some open parts
some snaking hairs shining green and oily
some of good and evil
some of in and out
some reaching up
some caressing with their rounded tips
some open cradle of a face
some vulnerable concavity of a cupped hand
sometimes full of thick froth
some tendrils broken off pushing out a white hot leak
some lips crunching underfoot as if
somewhere
some of them were dying as
some seasons do
someone opening
someone prying, really,
some fingernail digging at the seam
some to tear out, to lift out
some scaly soft reproduction
some belly full of milk
some memory bubbling inside of that mouth of
some springtime rendezvous between
some rapacious bee and
some insatiable stalk
some birth like
some jumping of white fish from
some creamy scar in the water
some cracking of a dry shell
someday like a great socket of bone
some spreading of seas for
some seeds flying like Israelites into
some paradise of air
some child of silk
sleeping as she grows
