He remembered his body.
Thick thighs stood him shoulder high,
fists pounded out the one shape

In scrolled aves
and erect
seraphic wings,

What were those days like? Remembering
is like remembering

The day without question will come for you.
You will be ready, you are always so,
Ready for beauty to be its opposite,

 arch     film      duds

 “Cheever”         can aiming laps

dorm  sieve

a one that
you and comb

                   a was what it to ran here in that was a

in    could    both

whose
on          posite

g'up t'it

             lengths

    passle a

I wish I had one of those electronic keyboards where you can plug in pre-recorded sounds that correspond to different keys. I’d compose an homage to insomnia— barking dogs and hammer blows and car alarms played over and over, the inverse of a lullaby‚ a score without a shred of respite.

Why do I see my house as a second body? 
The disposition of the bed 
like a hungry mouth? the dining room table