Take a hitch in her lyrical loin string.
Look into her cloth bundle contents
And reach the end of backyard well.
Here waters dissipated last summer
And frogs dissipated in their croaks
In water snakes mistaken for ropes.
They hallucinate on snakes as ropes
Dissipating in crevice of well stones.
We turn participatory in dissipation.
In rhetoric, we forget cloth bundles.
They are untouchable, bath-worthy.
After 3 days she will narrate a story
A turmeric-yellow story sad to hear
And lips shall tremble in fear of love.
(Taking off on Samuel Beckett’s poem Casket of Pralinen for a Daughter of a Dissipated Mandarin)