"Sleep although plush cannot be recognized within scrapbooks
scented like libraries dressed in fine feathers of dust.
She wore her glasses long upon the nose
and fibrillations manicured the stop loss of her headache.
The market lives to be manipulated.
Allows malarkey to unfasten ribbons
that uncover plush and withered snapshots of spoons
worth more than reflex.
Pressed lamp softens with the color pink are made up
minds that face the neighbors.
Frost lures us to a place where plaque will
be less noticeable to spines.
How much can bodies bear with mind so very like them?
Circumspect arrangements blow as winter
perched above a Bunsen burner given your resemblance
to familiar moments waltzed into a world of free throw lines
considered tangent to imagine wilderness."