...

[[ spinal tevatrons ]]
.for Clara Rockmore

if just, the fugue’s less powered
alien theramins, those bones of old
......electro-contortions stung

.....................do not touch me

Clara, you touched & it was
vertebrous, clenched teeth,
it was thew-to-bone hymnodies;
ghostly pallor-making portamento


I sang [perhaps complained]


hold my vortices, lovely-- she wouldn’t
dampen my sonar vessels-- she couldn’t
be mobility in my bird whisper--at last,
..................the pleading subsided

...................................together

.....we turned toward limber
......beacons of grain, rose ash