i. if a body is bound
—yet is not a book
(weird inner stringing)
call it hate, sprung
from under sodden, salten
fear, a kind of failure
open, given
see—
one’s best hid under,
working, see—
I’m dust and full of sight
ii. if a body is bound
—but you’re here on invitation
dear, so we decorate
and minister
embitter these
in greater numbers, O—
behind this roar, a door
binary be shade again
send in the gradient
sea
iii. if a body is bound
—I’m right to object
to die of wonder
creating under unseen welts
and trending sins
a sister dies—
her object was
a little darkness
not a book
not in the usual sense
What do you think?