at the homestead

concave & recessed
in seasonal shit & sap

the harvesting of sweetbreads 
glaswegian stitching &

freighting technologies are 
undertaken by the

crocodile for the crocodile 
isn’t flighty in the face of wasted

time only statuary as kristen stewart 
perfume advertisements

at the river’s bend
stakes are bored into the marshes

like tiny brutal monuments
the crocodile turns nw

for the first time & scales 
the sand quarry at sunset

the crocodile returns
an hr & a ½ later

more depressed than 
when she started out