"the body reclines" by Tony Iantocsa

the body reclinesin sun to quiverover lost notebooksunder the seatof a stranger whistlingnorth on the train pastempty hospitals the vinesare nursing back toa communion withthe dirt as songsboomerang throughthe frame's blues andgreens to touch myimpalpable facegasping in gallery-whiteclogged as a roadthrough a marshthere are desiresthere falling slicedby streetlights thatpull the early morningdown from a shelfand fill an afternoonwith this humming