Parading

I was assigned to you, together we were

held the abdomen still in the midst of calling

Fruitless to try and compare     your searching lines

fluoresced. They saw me laid on a dictionary

The soul presses like the crowds at the door.

Cora whispered into my ear, “My god, I see them. They’re so deli-

The rust of barn-sides: different chemical effect

The light grew tired of walking.

And when I am no longer analogous,

my servants, my invisible servants are