reversals and slippage toward glass, reconfigured smasht past it smeared the oil cross currents and me plant rotting its container, or, grains lovingly no warm water to spit back no cloth to tie i glance back refractions stack right. a kiss that will stew until it evaporates scuffed across my feet, feet crossed bubbled trash that spilt intermittently, who cleaned the air with a smudgey for you.