for sharon

Everything about us is dirty we fight like Apaches Me and other spirit half see the marker at the same time why in the middle of warmth and lush there are such reckless and bare things-a signal moves through rock as resistor,rivers,tracks,and roads conduct bodies as capacitors-speech and imagination the gauges--coughed into life a permanent misfire a birthmark on the mind and you`re looking at malpractice continue to breathe shy casting for me reaching throwing out pulling lose a limb melt shape mold and plumage brackish water tinting the white metal a lower heat and landing deep under the soil where it left it`s mark