excerpt from stalls/eddies

in pausing on gravel off time

again a rustle less than sound

several windows are ajar so

much so they don't need to

be held with both hands

and she's a surface a path

already turning or trembling

sharing temperatures with care

beneath rectangles beneath arcs

too small for her body

perhaps holding water

in her mouth perhaps pulling

a cord so taut it

evades strum and sound but

her movement's off course

rearranging someone else's shelves

snack crackers bright colors

too many papers clipped to

the walls nestled elsewhere

above and below horizontal

moving motion with static

rain that too close too nervous

crackles what's tucked in

intwined and enwrapped

simultaneously looking at and

looking away two lines

right angling at a fricative hem

four entrances to the same room

a shirt that belongs in heaps she's

an intensity unlike rapid inclines

more smooth more supple

thinking back to never or thinking

about how square it can be

when under time one tree

grows from another one

her socks are riveted to the

floor are riveted to the foot

nearer now to gutter ball at the

alley than other kinds of slots

she's a mound of stone off blue

a bunch of berries in a bramble

one tree holding up another one

her mouth untrained in love

finds clumsy finds flair

not unlike dizzy tumbles

down to grass stain to dew

an engraved stone "to die

is gain" but she believes only

that some dust patterns trace

paths back home

and now she's bridled to shape

parallelograms shift into focus by

points movement vertigo

and tangent tugs toward waypoint

wayward homes no moments

no that there

that on seams running

billow little leaf minnows from

trees from ground to brook to

dam up and cradle to bottom

a rest a return an enmeshment

of today like smelling melon

through skin a trace of herself

she's been painting a painting

of painted walls they clam as she

clams a hinge a door a bivalve

structure so clam

a door not a wall

or a walled potential for both

a movement like paint

a moves movement through a

a horse a location a

application a cover a count to

count and what to count

mailing indoor rain

painting puddles to the floor in

threaded pavement heel toe

ephemeral thread not holding

slipped stich run it ran

an elongated fringe she is scalloped

maneuvers unfolding a tightening

not pressure yes yes yes made of

levers but cast in cast of

unopening waterings in sorry

not a rock but something that

clamps one thing to another

bowed at the bottom awaiting

an arrow and she's

fishing another fishing gingersnap

fishing kettleblew fishing seabound

cabinet fishing cementcircle fishing

a sigh of why and how not where

in centerless distance she has

arrived in unattached form to pivot

and turn dizzy not unlike

falling penny spun by hand it is

a mouth full of marble cold and

weighty beacon drawn she pulls

mast to howl attention at every axis

not yet ashore wave expectation

wave variation no matter what

it is if it is constant

it is cold a year in hours

perfect ache of little hums

holding tune holding sustenance

hollowed out in echo

no bones ever touching

divots torn from woolen

fabrics no etched

language to read now her form's

diagonal to crystals of salt that

cling strands of platinum silk

earth worn crown no net to

catch but place to sit kneeling now

below candle light below deck

her pressures pinning tides to tables

grooved light creases waxed grain

spilled in laps like gossip

like hip contoured with lips in

dreamed segments eddying

when she says that cylinders are

everywhere refusing the razor-

sharp form that cut rock she must

know the parameters

of containment

or it might sink unlike anything

she's seen reams of tape

ruptures a refrain

or her own breathing

heard at a distance

all of the spools are wet with

the whiff of an elevator she

had rode between floors

an opening a hole too big for

the peg swinging wildly

outstretched like the only

willow in the garden

a condensation line on

tiled folds of tile emerging

in alters o she's grouting

the planes together an

anchor for dimension always a

protuberance to put back in

soiled grounds whales broaching

tension warted and

barnacled through rusted prism

a swarm a sully

unable to undamp throttled

above water always wet

drought baptism by unpotable mist

above water always wet

her hands purchase corners

her hands a quell

not undamp grazing railing

trainbound path stilling

each stair like calendar pages

she litters herself to surface

refinding wind refining a

slide so that when she

goes down it nothing

snags recalling curbs and

other interruptions stalling

out a full rotation

no not dizzy again

hurtled to moments

of sweet pleasures alkaline

outline of wrist and

neck crossing the axis

a bowl of citrus over-

turned and it is good

she thinks to pick

something up something

that floats searching her

pockets to perimeters

hiding one hand from the

other burrowing

dropping a catch stitch

pattern now different

when turned around a twofold both

nodding nervously nodding finally

while foot glides forward

never molding space herself but

maybe she'll catch what's thrown

to her oval forms lured to others

lured to ascension caught within

the need to not make so much noise

an ivy growing up

over porthole overgrowth of

glass in search of buoy

she did not take seasons with

her benched beside diamonds

benched beside twang as wince

it worms benched in boated pew

a place to make a tilted row a

gesture that continues awakening

a gesture that once familiar

ravished around the flurry of

those in line braking line it's

broken the anchor is gone

it's berried in pine a mess

like quilt building a boat

steeped in disambiguated sour

a thresh of dry leaves that

turnips below deck her brush

is wilting her only embodied part

is that which shakes behind knee

enforcing reverence she's

awashed sealed balancing balls and

mishearing prose like swallowed

hand laying down piping

is not the only action that is easier

with eyes closed but chest to thigh

and sideways sitting to be sat next

to eyes and fingers trace air lead

eyes to follows a break that

indicates quality in stereo a slow

every slow down to reach recesses

at the roll of dice that upon hitting

the table becomes pencils that

write notes across fracture

sometimes a voice emerges but

dissolves into bells there are

knobs of different importance

impenetrable sonic drawers

against a wall

where something is crawling

on sand immersed in the panic of

emerging voices not storing up

artifacts as a practice but

washing out spindled roads forgetting purity at the sound

of a bird chirp descending octaval

falling asking

"can you identify these everyday

sounds" eleven and six at the same

time perpetually dialing a wah

that finds each side of wrapped

knuckles she's a tantrum that

moves an arm closer to a whir

that leads to pillowed words in

round she's alone at

the last supper and metal should

always hit metal a what a timber

low not far away wears tense a

spins dissolutioned but preforming

tasks and she is preforming tasks

hiding elbow deep in language

joisted to the prepositional as

the striking through as the approach

before fleeing of a deer the deer

is atop duff and droplets are atop

the deer at times she is

a pedestal but not what sits on it

all momentum knotted up

religious holding patterns that

fasten buttons from neck through

sternum to pelvis that recall a

ragged bowl of bread a bill torn

in half excess dip adjacent to

historic touches potted in terracotta

canisters already brimming with

ash tidy measurements

she's arrested in

a tension of that which bounces

back loosely coiled spring repeating convex repeating

herself now her hair

unfigured dragged

through oatmeal splashed with

milk pressed to syruped counters

she's mirroring "crows on an

upper branch" no smaller

smaller talons of clustered

warming feet brown birds in

the sticky residue of the

"sun…on the sea" the sun

pouring prismatic shines through

eyelashes eyes forced closed

again not from a fractured allium

but morning cresting through un-

raised sail like "crows rising" no

no not "crows rising" but

speaking wheel turning itself above

while her "hand across the

sheet" textures the

square inscribed circles cool with

out traces of warmth focused

to "become the room" but finding

mostly knobs to jamm

-ed drawers mismatched groves

of skipping vinyl an antennae

bent whispering static adrift

when she left no

not she but a she

in color purple pantone

driving purple phone and carpet

driving to be driven

eating the same meal everyday

she was the

same pair of pants everyday

gentle buttons jarred

to have the body claim an object

as its own not like the sanctity

of taking in anothers a

disconnection of cast shadows

she's fluttered by silverware

scraping plate then teeth

called to attention

called to sensation

at her lobe when removing

a clipped-on costume earring

catch and release pinked to

immersion taffied by gravity

and adequate pressure clattering

of beads miming her vest

made of buttons material bound

through each hole succulent

dangling on astral hooks

tacky skin contact pancakes each

adornment fastening quickening

each vertebra lines a wooden floor

each vertebra a stabilizing nail

a joist of a seesawing respiration

speckled rust topography rice

stuck to pot loosened by water

drying paint is pilled at

its edges like

stenciled number six divided

so the hole is part of the whole

rigid as air dried laundry on

the ground are cast pennies

dice pattern five a

sideways wardrobe a

hex of glass a

honey brimmed fingers like a

entrance in entrance entranced

she remembers she's a body in

motion endogenous from

anointment combing droplets of sap

tapping each knowing

not all branches are alive

toes not sinking but recalling

shoreline contours brushing

ink to wood pressing

wood to cloth she transfers

grain to read its cartography a

metallic box holds screws

washers wing nuts

inert without instrument no way

to uncork the wine is a

bottle shattered against bow

open the sea a

yawning mouth a

washer thrown she thrown

then thrown again makeshift

sonar sounding sketching the hull

each disk turns recollection faint

aura against pinned sheet no

wrench to ratchet focus her mind

a v shaped gauge carving relief

rather than read discarded curls

she steps closer is a

shattered mirror remembered

shattered twice

a paper thin fragment years

old pine needles a curio

beneath bed beneath bed frame

that digs shallow pool deeper each

sleep a creek laden with treasures

all smooth surfaces river rock

blue mirrored orange

gilded blue in breath breath

blue on walk orange on wall

torquing a garment to mark

the fence of her body

sieves self to self a lattice

a rhombus a kite a pen

hid in binding or

balanced on knees as hinge

between two

loose and hollow sounds

rattle rather rattle

on ledge oranged by inlet of

shadow hulling herself from

minutes pulling herself from

hours no it's not not

a cut in the screen

window but a pool

shaped by shoulders she

shapes the room octagonal

rebuilt against recalled dreams

moon-spilled swim split

projection of habit she

is all shakes tangles

of dots of displaced objects

wedged stifled

crumbles of dried fern in hands

hands a movement gentle

dries concrete with ruled light

indoor shine of florid cheeks or

chest impose onto form

a linen bind mossing a fourth dim

din gossamer trellis hovering

over a fuzz a

rind of trunken crane

two sturdy pegs upon ocher re-

flecting a she a muzzle

sunken in sodden clippings a

mantle like berm hold the

hand that tills recite the

underbrush in stag-

nate a snap between adjoining

twigs a dirt dirt mud dirt dirt

incipient to mud mud incipient to

dirt a living sectional

a table a stepping off into

something soft her fingers

fall in vines around her arms

undammed from the body into

another body an interplay

of reflected surfaces it

is understood that a let a let

a let a let a let a

let is suspending

the body body as

wooden post a place to

lean or let

she contours her form to angle

a slow and soft acuting

through palimpsestic hues across

her body shuttered windows

without glass the last

in a row of five a graveled corner

of memory still strawberried

raspberried against a gasping after

a shark on back out of water

belonging to the sandpaper

surface of night

the tension in the feathers

of the hawk juxtapose

the tucked ears of the hare

hair tucked behind ears

dissolving a long bar

to habit a place for fox

pulling sun pulling daggers pulling

bellows out the cave they

return a sanded song

not to ears but to pulse

at times in ears a train

or spring or stopper

a caught a cup a tail a reliance

giving hands remembered motion

gestures of geometric language a

theorem of enunciation written

in orbits around her conjure a

ghost hold them to account for

misperceptions of space beg them to consider a

torquing pull of alabaster a

gift of a dune ever moving sand mobile earth

building up a

desert a

pane of window glass she cleans

with dampen rag shaping rock or

burying rippled and velvet soft a

scoop hotter than could hold but

she holds holds solid pours of it

who poured it to her who poured

into her who dampened the wood

of plank who put the moss on the

rock it is all walls even the floor

and ceiling so enwrapped and encaved that a wick of light lit at a tip of hair might not find edges

of this hollow if her hand finds a

crack to slide into with fingers

ginger then it

must be must be a

locus a place

she tongues running along clay

rock feet no longer a

ground but towing

like this like that

it is then that it is when that it is

then that that grain that a

gesture returns to pull neck down

and ear to ground again she again

she hears a faint thrum of what must be life a

pulse of language articulating a below bellow at low and belled

rungs given to a

parallel that bates breath to a

hill precipice that is everything and

is also a

line clawed clung cloven clover

picked and pocketed

she stands sound pulled

upward never bent or torn at a

motion but played along a

string she untangles combs teeth

and gentle nibbles at a

dew droplet along it that

mists with salt sense a

form of a sea

entailing all flows through slits

fanned and open a

spread climb a

frill a

in affixation catch a

wind whip of motion