"Accidental for Jay."
Dusk slat shot through shutters.
I count words between louvers, my hush-hush eye
exam, bedclothes, my template.
Room empty, so also the innocent air.
I can't remember if the clock chimes any time ever.
If it snows, I'm dressed like Christmas.
I'm lit.
I'm drinking red rockets and, oh, how they glare.
Here's where I think of you.
Here is a picture negative X-ray reverse.