WERE YOU LIKE THAT BEFORE YOU CAME?:

Wrapped up in obscenities, illuminated pictures for the memories.
Remember me this way, up, portal to a doll’s house virtue. Toys
promenade a precious mouth, a foghorn. Language, a fistful of spoons,
heads bowed in contemplation. A quiet place transformed into a cafe.
Loose change, cold hand in the morning, search the dark with a candle,
laces undone in shoes.

(K)