A fourteen-line poem on healing
       

1.    I cannot freeze sound
2.    or collapse phantom scaffolding
3.    I open one contradiction after another
4.    they call this "erotic intelligence"
5.    or emptiness
6.    where have you gone in your red dress?
7.    your limbs only ever benign?
8.    a soft belt of air
9.    wraps or whips your waist
10.  rose, iris, baby's breath, azalea
11.  geranium, heliotrope, hydrangea
12.  everything concerns the habitus and those who live there
13.  so blow a generative swerve into remote tongues
14.  softly interlocking

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