The nearly audible click of snowon snow, clickof eye contact, tinglingin the scalp that movesslowly down the neck, soundheated until it changesstate, tenseliquid in the mouth, cadencefalling on
and on, the breathcolliding withthe pane, inaudibleclick of the tongue againstthe alveolar ridge, sunlight fallingaround a helpless thing.This is a recordingof rain stopping, power being cut, roomtone you take
outside, release into the trees, silverleavesshifting in the dark, the almostsound when deer look up, smallroots dangling from their mouths,scattering earth,ashes, lightscattering the soundof opening the throat
as if to speak.I want to make that soundof setting something downon paper as opposed to underglass, ghostly opposition, vowelof stone fruitsoftening, whisper of internalinflammation, want to praisethe low
grade euphoria produced by making finedistinctions, clickof tiny differences, bowdrawn across a metal platecovered with a finelayer…