wan apparition
two white gloves scattered, stranded
on the wide top stair
I return them, hours pass
and they meekly reappear


frozen world of snow
long evenings and zipped parkas
black-iced parking lots
I peer into coming months
scrying on this clock-turned day


an inch of facepaint
pierrots and pantalones
in bathroom mirrors
trudge through the back gate, whooping
push our way into the house


the evening tripple
soporific, love-charm thick
syrup of nightshade
my eyes roll back, deep breaths chain
below my ribcage shadow