Lines Written at Federico García Lorca Park

In the cage of my thumbprint I keep my third wish

                                                             acoustic winter

Rain undresses music rain undresses his voice

                                               arrow & minaret

Beneath my palm the wiry fur of lust

                                          open body open

A wound is a self-reporting instrument

                                                   silver filigree

I sleep with his face under my tongue

                                       scab on water