They live on fire, the burning girls,
trade winds, broken fibula,
Think exclusion: five disciplines, ordering,
my fingers raw, this curving away
from stillness, how a body becomes
She is only this dark
feed across canvas, a furthering,
azaleas harbored, languid anklebone,
The daughters are heavy
as breath in darkened rooms,
the flutter, the flutter, the feud.
A translation of insect dreams,
Still they love the hunger
the difficult swimming.
In syllables, distortions,
night makes a landscape
ecstatic, a prayer.
Her wreckage is lineage.
These are dry seasons,
She is canted, statuesque,
in incendiary blues,
softer now, but devouring.
Note the imperative of sunlight --
birds, beasts, terrain.
Dragonflies, amber glass,
slammed into the dark roof
of your mouth.