damp blankets

sieze the form your pillow

growls its nape or notes

replenished in a sticky robe

your outer bark the tongue

repels ,what folds it back a

churning laundered air a

list of chambers revolved in

doors a flood's approach

:its stumble wind ,or plas

tik fork broken in yr

final pages shaped what

nothing swirls yr sand

its outer nose deployed

and runny like your sleep