Bluegrass

I. sound knots pinned to a fabric-less body form of oak bone a barreled chest the presence of acoustic music over the instrument resting on your lap a limited vehicle               but you knew that having learned tablature the guitar posed in sculpture clear its throat by reaching the oval gap flushed against stomach into its curious sound gather fingers around an inexhaustible voice and play the strings II. bread shaped to song as we ate and fidgeted the pitch of river frozen to stillness           a film reeled and taut swelling water oily in its cold steps before it hardens an utterance before song is shaped a compression of freezing water eating away at its own babbling face III. where are the boxes of clothes the newspaper to scoop inside of cups feel free to comment miss nothing as of chewing a new food these are features of comfort a lower altitude, moved further but           no egg crate to snug the ends of the hutch a chimera of tempered sand speak of her house absolved by the wiping ocean speak of her name by way of mountains the mirrors          silver flaking for the edges of the mirrors leaving only glass             unreflective patches the promised half the unanswerable ruin of aperture                       begging from where you haven’t seen yourself in years