Mechanism

Sweet bits of spicy candy
Stretches drifted through
The rabbit squeaks a perfect
m has another stroke

mmmmm

The coloratura of this fantasy
Cassandra’s earlobe drifts down—
The rooster thinks it’s the moon

Like the easel that thinks
The rooster becomes a scythe
Visions begin blank like this

A baby rabbit wrapped in pink
Amniotic fluid so shimmery
A piece of wet candy

I’d give you a hand
But we need this shade
Hush, I’ll never leave

Perhaps all is being augured
That way she—

Looks like a pressed butterfly
Holding a bit of green leaf
Chlorophyll foam stains her teeth
The space around her scaly

We didn’t, look, that way—

Something will
come up
Fingertips sweep
Around her mouth
Alphabetical dust
=>

Fire of your rearview mirror drifted
through. One house squeaks. The levees

has small cannon — The rooster thinks
teacher’s devils like the easel that

thinks things becomes scythe visions.
Begin blank like this, their stories

wrapped in pink amniotic fluid so shimmery.
A piece of shiny and flat sheets I’d give

you, the staff, but we need this shade. Hush.
Vestige’ll straight leave else all is being

augured. The young men she — A new regime
like amazement tensing a bit of a sweet life,

her teeth the space around our holy mother
some part the original work — A match

will come up fingertips, sweep
around my hands.

Adriana X. Jacobs

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