hollows the hours, the tongue, the requiems for self that rip the
A vigil for the snowslide of vast, the vigil itself a kind of slide.
silence de-squirrels the house. How any cuff of world can offer the
The old refrigerator stumbles through; the old refrigerator sits
on the zafu.
And on the wall: tiny words you’ve never noticed. Lean forward
in the votive
light. Your Name Here.