Pearl

Let us rob them. When this family
Is discovered to be the secret of that
Family, it is difficult to keep. Up in
The steam room, nursed by
Noise and heat, the faucet talks
Down tapestries of scenes telling
Something other than stories. Trial
By lyre, lying bilateral fires in a
Race-car twin-sized coincidence.
Winded by ten strokes of butterfly.
I don’t remember anything of the

Room. The event postdates the mood
It turned into. Agree, from here on,
To proceed down court without feet.
Floored by hands and extremely
Good reasons for being here. Missed
The meet. Met again by the museum,
On steps of gifts and grass. The
Best thing about my birthday is yours.
Weeks go by like strokes of fat on
Glass in heat, greased for ejection
In one piece. The open field opens

Its ear for you. One finger remains
Cautiously on the game piece, but
We leave before learning that the
Resemblance has several accepted
Spellings. Light speaks in threes.
Love infests the brain like seedless
Melon. In June, the gems are neither
House nor guest, but a reaction to
Someone coming in. Let them rob us,
And us them. The mold breeds weakly,
Like the roof was only ever a suggestion.