Tuesday

contend lover



the first time was
night
her mouth
talkin' to his inner tackle _ a valiant stir waxed

Jill creepe'd over stage reading leftward her logics of body
away her twisted caliper a squirrel face not trunked
headed hopped its checker move
inside her rifted
hip

Jill knew everything like that.
A knife of courtesy to her sharin g debut
my darling dare who winked
of its wordsmith proud.