The body on finding itself entombed In a strange room tenses, the back arched Like a cat, the eyes seeing dim shapes dance On night walls – did the trout framed in Aluminum leap out? Was that the mantis Executing the disposable male after coupling? Or just a Winchester’s flash fired point blank?

The mind wakes to see rain tapping on the glass And the city spires taking sheet lighting. The heart, With it’s hardened ways, is perhaps offering A confession at an AA meeting or making Drunk-mad love to her again.