It falls from my binder, cherry crayon streaks ripen in sun, LOVE RILEY— a valentine from my son, three weeks before he died, cutout
you slipped into your flesh suit, its rosy padding, and zipped it up, little latch throbbing in your throat? A slide of light, sip
Swim on, beached beauty, agog in the chilly marsh, aglow without scales or skin. May the jut of your jaw, your eyeless eyes, guide