"Section four, String Lights, Snow Light."
"Valentine for a sad-eyed unknowable Lotto clerk."
"Dear blank, I flung away my goodbyes,
flywheels, and marigolds, all of those mid-air still hanging
souvenirs and petals, all pressed into pies.
Goldfish, swift fist, catapult disguised as a flame,
I found your casement bar relief in the grass.
Gentle weather vane, you lie where
you languished, fang throated, glamorously finned, row
upon row from your wet city at night.
Morning guillotines, oars between us,
can you hear me sweetheart?
Love, yours always."