The Elephants

A Defile

“One reverses the arc back to you,” she says, “and stability becomes residual.”


Fabulist’s line: wasps concede concentric motion to apple.


“The word armor loops across the page with such an undulant effect he forgets the cold.”


Resolved into black pincers some writing fabricating memories.


Let the people disintegrate, paperwhites.

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A Defile

Capacitive, the habit becomes Flick the maple into motion, finches Descend the tree as a fixture of motion sprouted, snuffed then preserved, leggy and pale One goes to the paddock as to an incision Add glisten, add preternatural intimacy Crocuses rail to the fence in what fleece stories can muster and droop, offering slack chins; chorus into the ground


Transom lock one performs, marshalling wrens as intermediary vectors, as dialogue sluicing against door Cheek cannot devise, at removal of her hand, such stories


Back that with splintering voice Imagine city riled into raucous feather, days hauled from mouth

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A Defile

The wasp stunned, caught between their bellies


Hummingbird drone, & entrepreneurial sweep of the hand, “I’m concerned about access and naturalistic presentation; about a description’s predatory sheen.”


Cardinal, as if creasing one’s line of vision


Sentence possesses the owl more than values its trajectory


Sunlight, a locution, a chainmail inexpertly containing the stream

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Calluses

The moment one expects priority its wing flecks off the palm


Choral tree she winks with her voice and a wren, not a bearable fire in the room, what option they leave their bodies but to stimulate the room and to surpass it with suspicion


Lick and light shines from her knuckle, auroral

Immobilize her, mouth impact so that jaw lands on crown of her head