​cellophane swan
Underneath the running faucet
She held the universe within
To invent the flesh of meaning
To dissolve into the soil--

Warm breasts
A patch of seaweed
A seashell in the
Hollowness--

Like soft flesh
Melting beside
Ashcan harbor

Flowers from an ashtray bloom
Beside the swan wrapped in cellophane

And like darkness tortures a flower
Treetops sway

And like darkness tortures a flower
Treetops sway
And like darkness tortures a flower
Treetops sway

And like darkness tortures a flower
Treetops sway...