lapse ghost lamb roast silver needles feel
fresh new holes in nose smell. limousine cats wrap
their splayed tails purr glare.
you... don't stare-
i am not as polite -you ask
haste stops there. i don't
sometime later i got lost. i ran
getting married ferried across
lake bled to monasteries open eyes stare cold into
lincolns' glare stare is more
asleep in rhythmic struggle sensor's
archaic coughs holler wars and faux doors
think it's holy easter's weak
i blessed i hadn't ran