Lonesome as the color of your hair
Unbound at sundown

And the toilet is running,
and it’s autumn all at once.

And the rain falls exactly
like rain only inside you.

 

 

How the seasons come unwrapped:
a rash like an orchid swells beneath my shirt.

The body pierced by a small hole,
or the lampshade, invents you.

Arcades brick dust a rose lamp burns in the upstairs window
everything I will say I have said already         still again the
arcades the dust the light to be built by the bottle the box