subtle; rather muffled is the rustle br when hungering begging fingers br slide underneath haughty parting ones br br there are funerals in mind br every time a hankering womb br accepts a latex alienation br br a stranger steely hue br in the midst of olfactory indulgence br every shard averse to this aridity br br so many a springs br swept under rug for fear of br “legitimate” autumns br br your rustling arid dead endowments br humbling crippling crown br I wear this tiara of shame br br for I exist in shadows br a spring swept under rugbr br Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martinbr br