pull

meatheav y ntry col

lapsed yr dang ling

verso floods the s

lack sh oe yr time s

inks in – fog lourd

cold - mes yeux com

bing al revés yr s

ticky mint to be ~ g

runting wind cross the t

racks ~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~ ~ ~

)just dried up( see what s

eems wh at s nores w

hat ripples in the back

deeper than fog