Beach tar on the soft
humidity of bruises a passing wave lifted me
face flush with its surface
I woke early without memory a doll's face
I woke early I remembered
the morning changed color on the wall
and the others also waking
noise from the dumpster
an arm wrapping on a spool
how in the market
tones raised themselves in helix, stacking
selling food
machines that eat food
a cat watched discerningly
followed us with even steps along a wall in the gulf skeins were
loosed
nets billowing what swims
we lay resting drinks on our stomachs
the cold of the drink ran through me like a pole
we were thinking again: bull or matador?
water flexed many spines what glides
