From Poems with No First Names

using the polite or the familiar form
on a mountain of cups
refreshes the façade of kisses
waters the symmetrical souls
that drop from their left hands
into their right-hand mouths
and gobble one another down without kid gloves
using the polite or the familiar form
on a mountain of cups
gives night to a day
that's dressed to the hilt
twenty-one nails
twelve vis-à-vis of twelve visas
and two clamps
using the polite or the familiar form
on a mountain of cups
rests stony gazes
on feather gazes
and stony sighs
on leaf sighs
while shoes of snow
fly away from a star
that bleats like a sheep

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