WHAT THE GLOVE SAID
I am silken and wholesome.
Sometimes in the night I am seen shaking.
Jackals bay in the littered alleys but I pay them no mind.
I am concerned with the skin of nearness.
Between one tooth and another, the iron passivity.
I disgorge hands and sleep. I eat and wake.
Such prey as use me never tell their names.
I am fond of wordless proverbs.
Love is a roof of rain and a habitation.
Such tears I wipe would stun the bilious world.
My dance is with the air.
I hide and disclose like a poem.