we face more wanting, now

heavy notice outlines debt, this strings us out -
it makes me sing with stifled hope.

if you had numbered a handsome fate,
you would know it, you would be fierce with it.

bodily invective, the ague of the railing jaw.

that which brightens as it fails,
the rattle of a blown bulb shaken,

thrills us as it gives us pause
and as it cools, it chills.

I stand here ready for correction, I am not afraid.