We write beneath the noise of men

in our choice of cell.

Wrath and keyboards

perpetuity

and fashions of cruelty.
Lies are by nature brittle

(I hope this thing)

written on your lips.

white paint is medicine.
Welfare on wheels

huskies turn on the air-conditioning.

Team Sky is winning 3-0.
Chasms of pepper

every vehicle is a princess.

I hear the nurses calling

this new aristocrat

in his cotton rags stuck

in the roaring library of fire.