How long you sleep
female without a head,
now piled sand by a friend in capris.
Say the head is separate from the body.
On this shore (Pacific), I house bliss drowning one
squares whose perimeters do not complete
run ninety degrees drop
off the face,
reappear as rosebush in Chinatown balcony—
I grip your neck,
not yet alive I
while the poet lies beside you
caresses your ear, educates Sun
I am the eye
the poet disinherits