For Francesca Woodman #12
[New York 1979-1980]

Are a melted fable

taffeta of organs

tricksters their eyes
    fall like peppermints

I is for Everyone

    F is

Lethe            the O

Crystalline egg

the river that licks
    the cerebellum clean

are sugar or salt
dirt or dusk

    the cells of my blood
    are pennies