devil's daughter sings her hybrid poem

come one...

speak RED into the hand of another

HOW MAN TEETH CAN BE CAPPED BEHIND A SMILE

the circle answered with heads reveresed---cornering

the water filled where we had walked

...and twenty-seven cats would walk the fence before close

one will do

never a fly to roam without hand raised

a look that will hold

the six sing-ASLEEP