Montreux Rotholtz

Veering edges mark a chamber lushly
                                    combed,                          carnivorous. Vents
                        under the table made light of it.

A celebration moved on hydraulic fists,
            its steel              shuffle quick
                                     and snapping with pauses,

while the crested central nervous block
            made decisions and cut a path.                I’d swelled up,
smoke-hardy.                Who speaks?

            Netting arms were
punched with wire, implausible,
                                      sensitive bands of ice

                         as arresting as accidents.             I’d made my peace
with him                       but nothing is over.
The cassette tape replaced

            some organ, it plays
and then rewinds.          The scalp
                         hung back on the room;              out here, hum.