nor in nor out

endogenous flashes in my

coffin glue and saw a

dust-deep bed bu

rsts beneath my eye You

with water to rise by

falling tissue dance en

visioned as a blank un

libro torturado como car

ne de lavandería churns

was We at the roots of

doors the windows exogenous

foaming saw You in the blood

of envelopes me in the flo

oded hope could see a

lightproof pod of songs was

oil hosing from the dark anus

was the basement steps the cra

ckling concrete floor was my

face in sssleep

With lines from Jim Leftwich,

Synonymous Pronoun Poems, 1993