When Baker Left His Mark

R. Tristan DeWitt

Gimmick’s been twisted
Around the somehow, somehow.
We drank bottled aquamarine to the floor-plan,
A worldly catalogue of inessential gestures,
And the ring of truth of “girl meets
Amphibious assault vehicle.”

Lateral immaterials dawn:
In the gloaming, a saturated flood plain
Rerouting the natural curvature of pleasure.

Anna closed her eyes and looked around:
Minor assassins’ homecomings.
Warrior-kings came through the window
Stained with parables.