Nodes and groves of glottal frictions--
Has his telephoto memory condensed all that distance
into volume, the way a drizzle on TV looks like a torrent?
The red-cheeked birds who bow their heads;
the red-tailed birds that veer up out of the trees;
in nagging disproportion;
Make the fragilist toughen
his new teeth,
his new tongue
will salivate the acids necessary.
The delicate diner has no defenses,
he tries to seduce
with coy declensions.
If only his stomach had hairs lucid enough
to conjugate the infinite follicles.
Mad for dust and sand,
the marble-smooth branchless trunks of palm trees:
the fragilist crawls in the bushes
while his wife buys clothing.
Everywhere there are children, he notices.