When lost telephone wire is left
it whirs,
plinks, splinks - a finger rip.
Fish hook music,
needle cuts in-
plays. Wonk - swaying
coyote hammers bobbing, old girl.
Could’ve twitched, lost reception
and the wires left starched
taught on rye, lids of eye to lip to cheek
Taught across ten thousand clothes lines
torn and yellow skin made to pluck
and sew, wire stories, books
and sails on fountains …
My mistress has no way
of knowing I have a wife, shaped on the other
end of the string
