ETA: June 4th

1:30 is a restless hour in this evaporating Sunday
lying here in bed cocooned in Lucinda's naked vulnerability--
June 4th
my emotional dependence day
monolithic ark
It's mere suggestion keeps me afloat,
ironically wondering why the hollowness isn't

a Chechen orphan flops on the wall to the rhythmic floggings of the
ceiling fan's gale--
a crucified fish whose worn stare throbs from desolation
and I wonder if his eyes violate you there
seeping from the recessed sockets of a withered Croat people
the tin trum's weary cry