your eyes, limbal rings that overwrite
the blue the brown
they are silvered
as angelfish secreting blackshine and
it's the snow, narcissist.
we are thin thin winter feeling bloat
like some blusterglass sea
your stomach hurts, a
(it's been a wonderful week the roof
collapsed, i thought of you.)
dollybird sing those perfect untruths
more real than i who became yours
under a fat moon
on a sober street.