of Samuel, 2:1

   1
 
are something so much stranger
Those, too, still, don’t move but, may, when necessary, can,
& do, lock in harmony.
 
That crams their rhombus heads,
 
it’s evolution all over again,
evolution, revulsion,
 
their hair is longer, they smell softer, their nails, shells,
are of more bluelime slivers, they listen,
they really, they do!  That makes the strangeness.
 
contrary slithers, mute & missing,
past all, is unseen.
 
2
 
   let x use my pen, it
   stinks now powdery
   sour. x knew it wd stick
   & I’d need this back
   & I’d remember & write
   & x’d be there, those
 
   glasses crooked.  farsighted lenses, they
   project the size of x’s eyes up
   two notches to bug, which is funny
   bc silvery wire frames
   are almost invisible against such
 
   skin, pale. suppose x wd light
   chiaroscuro which is good, since
   it keeps yr attention from
 
   pants, dirty. wears same
   stained jeans for days at times, which is fine
   (who cares?) except x substitutes
   perfume for washing.