"He washed his windows often, liked them fogged: / how analgeses anaphyl and lust- / rums will nychthem; sodality’s enjoin- / ment reified each day, too aporets..."
"Yesh flesh formsh wordsh cept / wordsh fit flesh back. Clay / telling hands how smooth / till the vessel takes shape. / Barely hold a holding thing. / Brought n left by some..."
"Fracture my February, / the apple of your ribcage / and the blinding partition. / This is a calamity; this is something / I should never have bitten..."