To Rachel of the Brim...

how your linen cup linen porch, like wood,
cream the invisible body, and me,

loss /beauty /imagine the sun or the souring invisible body,
i thought the fall

liquid moments fall into accident
drying laced afternoons
then wood, milk fingers on linen
handle handle tightly, you,

accidents drying on rim stability,
broken, our cup of heat souring

it's souring on a rim afternoon,
touching touching bottom sun