tossed into a crayon stream live frogs  

 clawing at a trapdoor words from pungent glands

 

 teeth bared quiet sometimes

 

 half of the toast limbo

 

 behind curtains what to think of bulbous swaying

 

 city council just pulling  weeds 

 lined up for a drink the tyranny of cupped hands 

 

 crunchy soles how much farther behind pitted clods of sky

 

an ant candied in birch sap in my hand soap bubbles

 

 a heartbeat scored equals a flushed plea

 body matters for mannequins chopped off heads