I should go to stone
but then we couldn't
hand in hand
interpose, grasp, clench.
I could knock.
I could pass wall.
I could expeditious retreat.
I should turn to sleep.
I'm all
ontology this
epistemology that,
and she's in Texas with the boys
filling jars with oil.
I should go to stone
and then?
I could vanish
and call the whole thing
on account
of darkness.
I should turn to sleep
that cone of cold
that resilient sphere
that shadow evocation.
A power word
and she's coming at me
from out of the sun
a sobbing silhouette
a fistful of spiders
an empty gun.
I can feeblemind.
I can fabricate.
I can stone to flesh.
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