In practice

Still life in practice. Still life in the pursuit of my intentions.

My gut lives in my mind, too.

Irrrelivent things of meaning and attuning
To souls who held me at strange yesterday.

I'm reviving the ancient goal. The characters have invested.

I sleep naked anyway.
I think of leaving town
and wonder if I'd be able to wear
a cap of fire elsewhere.

I'll wear all this fire here if that's alright.

I can only look at myself with black hair.

I can only think of myself under rays of silver light.

I've come back for fire.

In my womanly body of memory I was thrown over to rest
in the waters and I haunted those seas until 1988.

Watching sailors sin.

Showing my face to only the ones moments away from death.

Come,
be with me.

Still life.