your suitcase of secrets hasn’t held

any secrets for a long, long time, now

has it///

i know you through the memory of my

tongue

your hole of incendiary drowning and

wanton mammon you to the gallows/

your mouth the choir invisible a surveillance

this getting out of dodge has got to stop and

with saying that i know

you never can///

so pack some more secrets into the suitcase

the apple thicket is just beyond the kitchen

door of necessity

you can have the lantern/