new monster

nude and vibrant silence

silence

spread round like sour milk's hot press

(locked, all doors locked down)

silence no longer the absence but rather apotheosis of sound, silence a feeling, lappable, a discretion of tastes, a fever

silence the gathering and the prophecy

(i will do such things, such things, such open-sound things)

(i cling to
your shirt as if
to the petals
the stamen
clings
fearful of
bareness)