Dream Garment

Kimono, collapsed on a power line
shed skin, or a bat stale with blood
fruit of the night

A hanged woman
dangles the warning of her body
for all the possible critics
of the regime

This kite, whose memory of blue
has been stolen, sleeps
in a nest of wires
nightmares Orpheus
jolted on the electric lines of his lyre

Lost angel, whose wings are the whole unfolded city

O Lucifer, tonight, golden threads
are pulled from my back