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.