The afternoon world, the bees have stung the softball girls.
The midnight world, the crystal ball down the wooden hall.

and what am i to do with you?
i must
disinfect the doorknobs; pick lice from the rug; wash lentils (keloid parakeet eyelid); crop hair to make braids for garrotting.
kneel & watch dust cling to cold and the blind levering sun between sill and casing.
there is nothing to say so my mouth, my fingertips, etc., can rot.