September 23, 2015:

A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the shallows.

Perfumed bodies, warm, full. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds.

Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them.