Poets

nobody can stand here anymore with a gun where the borderlines fall together and there is no in-between, and no word is tinted by another

a sisterly kiss as we crossed the threshold: real names were left at the door in a linen gym bag and forgotten between Phys Ed and lunch. leathered necks, girlish natures - someone welded

The guards lolled in silence at the entrance while inside, a fan chopped up the displays' rank and serial numbers and green uniforms melted through their glass cabinets and stepped - blinding like a swarm -