Abstract compositions

Abstract compositions combine and dance around your head. Window fragments bound together in a wreath around your neck. The slow decline of February coming up to meet us. Watchers and women fornicating in front of the dark hearths of our fathers. Chocolate embryos. Men who’ve shaved off all their body hair and sold it at the market. Times spent tumbling together under sheets and in the streets. Mixed up sayings remembered from your mother waft out to us, joining and detaching in the firelight.