"Abigail Lee’s Sunglasses" and "Startle and Flinch"

Abigail Lee’s Sunglasses

Your gut can’t know

if the literature is correct

Contact

                  a spring flower on the floor

              means any impression counts

                         cyborg, no cyborg

Startle and Flinch

Lust drive

startle, flinch, fear

the bifurcating exits

split curbs and sky between

the silhouetted highway sequencing

the nude bathers

the clay of skin

the sand

the stench of bodies

pocks of starch in shadow

the uncorrupted intention

Fetal shape the ocean

bowl of passion

and unformed substance

have mercy on me

have mercy on me, devil

devil of flesh

              you begin as an O

and all you want is a quiver