Sweaters On, Windows Down • Kelly Sexton

cat becomes a sort of illegal muffler, envelops the beginning on close smooth light
lies, unraveling, delinquency
loss forces covens

stops all equilibrium, guttural scream of a child hands pervading love
perpendicular to nothing
the other fallen fortress (now just undress) below, openings last

darkened, dorsal, not deterred
fallen, unrevised
never careless, stagnate tents of grammatical death sketch off smoke
ignore the backs of throats, take-a-bite 

by Kelly Sexton, from Vodka-Mountain