EGGSHELLS
ON MATZO
Cold-cream jars agape. HVACs
singing
scat. Clods of palladium
shaken loose
into piles. Exteriors dreamt en cumuli.
A tribunal of paper birches,
quaking aspens.
Is this one of your movies
about nothing?
Daylight humanizes rafters.
Using mop
brushes we applied white lacquer to
alabaster idols. Trowels caked in
fondant.
Before the lift an apparition hovers, mute.
Contrails beget halos or
elide the action.
So boogie on down to Blanco;
check out
the ecru scene. Under layers of
kohl, more
silence. Arboretums beset by unicorns,
melisma. The video feed was
uncut sclera.
Constellational, bones curl round a wrist.
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