froth self a gem                  the lovers
embrace and ash                        of the hairs of
them of what burned
a way

            serious                            memorial and glasses of  ache I pick

              up bare aching
            memorial flash

the whole fiercely protest

whole screen is gray our parts are alike in this response they say

the two are pained and loving I follow my arms
in their arms follow their words
   over images of wreck

       a hot bath a cut in the march

   sleep with my teeth dazzling awareness
dazzled out of
clear memory
ash full

the feeling ash over my skin
never felt

over the film over the
print of  new teeth the taste and touch
and sight against