blisters

I crossed the hammer was

your throat's long name clu

ttered in the laundry smoke

across a field of corn :tossed

it was the stammered juice

you d rank re blended with

that dusty screw lost be

neath a bed a bed sunk

inside the snow your leg

forgot your leg uttered

what the shoe forgot ,for

got the sidewalk where your

lucked watch glimmered in the rain

mud and mind