once a car called me a bitch through (accursed)          horn encrusted mouth human rights (nightmares)           occurring on my guard feel their invisible handguns scrape           (metaphor) inside my shoulder an (with my son) impression, an (disquiet) inquiry (some laugh at the discomfort

Lyric Duet

i (detective’s notebook) Washed from day’s bloody shirt the cloud shook & strung across the river on silver pulleys which make the metallic noise of insects in the intermittent shudders of evening—in a spasm of escape subject leaves apartment, the