That leafing of every on-line
poem [psithurism at play] – I
expect it will be looked up &
not retained – I shall explain
myself to myself & to no one
else – they feed on vowel-ish
words – rounded-by-mouths
when spoken out – They will
dig up lines under fingernail
drags & seek hurt – feel verb
& consonants at word-work –
my bare lines are wires ‘pon
well-worn posts [mis-read &
mis-read] – see so easy to do