A voyaging mind bickers through cold
rooms. Its woman grasps at pictures
and speaks in American south idiom.
What she says is also cold, and the pictures
show drinking people spanning chairs.
She curdles inward about a pretty man
she once knew that could make her
skin tip over with a certain touch.
A cartoon man walks from a woman
into a bar. Timely music plays.
Then the bar twists in half and people
fall out like drops from a dilated lime.
The woman grasps at pictures.
Ray Succre, Oregon, USA