( a long wavelength of blue silk stretched thin
across the entrance)

shock
splice
ping

don't you know, the ball is always in your court
my heart the green, my love the fence, the trees
the sky

The Hand (Part 2)

Sometimes this heart, through it's changes, still has a ghost stretched thinly, delicate, through the muscles, contracting. In the stillness of the night, when my breathing slows, the ghost can be heard, holding his mouth over the valve to swallow my blood.