A morning variation.
"Red Habits."
Am I going over -- ?
"Red Habits."
"Shame is my sister.
She'll get no niece.
Agree in me a tenancy of junction
and a process of elimination.
One has promises and a room for whom to keep herself.
A pinkening vibe, as from exit lights in other halls,
mother-runs this cloister of disavowal,
and in the sobbed-inside cells locked to mine I imagine
the interferences explained in don't-think-twice and reverse
advice and by habits for both the head and breast,
hers and hers as red as mine at chamber check.
We are each herself a further interference.
At the hearing of the struck erratum,
the selfsame half convenes, claiming men must have
an obverse drill and reading brother off--
and reading brother officers' reports--
Still we wait outside, our hooves shoed improperly
for the slalom ahead, or, today the drop died trying
to lock our icicles together."