There goes Hannah behind that cloudlet
—C.D. Wright, "Trusting in the Haptic Sense"
I have bad news for you
when it comes to hope: pearlescent:
holy hope: bee's sting, morning news
frames this heaven: me, falling:
you are in water. The paddle's encased
in: opacity, pearlescent: hope's stasis
is so sweet: I have combined
news and a wash of bliss: oaring
pearlescent: hope as it drowns you
is the chorus of: heaven: low roads, path to:
wine bottles sidelong: I have bad news
for you, for the bees, and it is the disconnect
that will come: from you falling,
water’s reflection: This will be the last thing
we ever see together. I have bad news
face down in the black grass: This
world only a side reflection, your dark
grave: pearlescent: haze of: news
