As if around were here, she said; her man

took off, dissolved into the film. Hemmed

frowns shimmered contagious. The birds began

to be remembered, upsetting above

the cutting room, which pitched and spoke dust

eyelashes moved. Outside wings brushed

paints off Allegheny, in crypt the lust

coiled round and wound around a jamb ordeal,

clipboards stuttered, and the reel went silent.

The door was locked into the building,

pulsing star ice clicked in a bird eye. At length

an ET moved to issue a command:

What you have seen remains here forever.

The bird's poisoned by a bit of clover.