Deletions are sifting down' onto the study floor - Cut more cut more, mutter my hearing creatures, snouts rooting upward for light. They push to nudge my failures aside and go but what would become of me in the quiet once they were out. I can just about call them home. Coffee goes coppery on my tongue today as 'Let's Dance' is hammered out again on the radio. Mother of children, don't go into the house in the dark'.
Letters crash onto the hall floor with their weight of intelligence and junk.
I get up with hope for them, until word may finally arrive. Moons in their spheres are not so bland as these. A round O says I feel and all agree. I look from face to face like a dog going in the social democracy of loneliness. May move instead through a shimmer around me of racial beauty crying like something expensive which breaks into eyes sparkling all over skin.