1. Who will captain, once I expose my mutinous lower deck?
  2. This wanting, a pocket mirror I’ll rub
  3. until the silver backing rubs off.
  4. Sighting hawks hidden in wan couplets.
  5. Burying my ragdolls in evening’s last
  6. quicklime light.
  7. The less divided my gesture,
  8. the more kaleidoscopic the impact of its touch.
  9. Not inviting silence as shield or pawn—simply bare,
  10. when I bare it, open-armed.