Marcos Valle and the Borderline

flashing neon will discolor the red brick across

the avenue, byway of coke sprinkled upon iris

aural parsing becomes the woman. she hears

loudly and quickly these candid candied inflections

a rail of sensitivity misplaced along the columns

of her spine. down to the thicket where she need not ask

only take. and one thing comes off. and two things come--

off putting the musky vapors, excited inkblots. the

counting of each pore will take the concentration of each

splayed limb. a toll of seven copper tongues lolling over skin

(all thousands of miles

above an aching mania, sated)