Bits of Sky Construction. White Begs to Be

Catherine Blauvelt

With You. Nicks in the wall. Sugar packets.
Exaggerated Human Pear. Thud that
sing. The pause comes in thinking the Red
a flower-lush broth, green moon boiled egg
soup. Tell me you said once who wanted here
pouring from last spring. The last, this pen is
just enough moon. Bumping heads. Little x
Happy O. Involuntary brightness
goes to the tramp parked in the field I want
to know. Notice the rain littering the
lush turned into everywhere you and went
an ending. Unstopped. I do now life night
blossoming, invent never of its own.