A Brief History of Dust

thin sound
from the inclement front

weeping one would need
to coax
out the child
translator

from the
unlit rehearsal
when you open the waterlogged
trunk on stage

it opens your apology
with
owls rupturing
the oceanic
night another envelope drops
from our

roof as
though dust were
its own corollary as though a
translation
could rule your rules out