¿ are you
on the other side
waiting
for alarms
in a desert
of sleepless
evaporations?
¿ are you
beside yourself
in the aisles
that distance
makes shorter
than light waves
in the daylight
that pounds
a lead slab
in the soup
that the winter
dissolves?
¿ are you
the signal
that another plane
carves into wings
in rounded contusions
of a late afternoon
storm,
full of sparks
that the night hurries out
on Locust and serial
cheeks
shrouded
in shiny costumes?
¿ are you
a circle
like juntas
that the winter makes clear
on the shaved orbiting molecule
that the ear revolves
around,
in a retreat
of explosive
fossils?
¿ are you
memorizing
the connections
between the hand
and the foot
and the torso
in reverse
of the automatic?
¿ are you
materializing
the unknown
without weather
to increase
the planet
otherwise?
¿ are you
pocketing
the insurance claims
that parkas
and snow equips
with sutures
and hand grenades?
¿ forever?
¿ are you
increasing
the tackle box
full of piers
to widen the sea
and shorten
circuits
full of trees?
¿ are you
feeding the unworn
through a parallel
shapelessness
in desert blooms
on the roots
of a tarp
milking masks?
¿ are you
remodeling
the world
as a breathing
action doll?
¿ are you
calm for knots
like the guardian hell
that a sewer makes
for angels
in their last testimony
skewered
like the pony
was?
¿ are you
freezing in the open
course that half
of everything
enumerates
like clouds?
¿ are you
unwound in a fear
that a jacket
stores
for feed, in easy
shows
and rented
faces on the pain
of entry?
¿ are you
good
like ovens?