uh oh

in an antiquarian

other

country another

green village

sews voices in the hem of the afternoon

and suede lights (pertubations answering answers back)

while the remote surgeon remotely

exculpates jade, uh oh

from my house (by the sea where sonar pings

and cattle turn their heads

in the crepuscular hush

dozing on tinctures)

we see a hawk over perspex burn.

in this Vic-

torian page turner

these terms of endearment are dear