Mâché

Coppiced column, dead paper;

Weight. Strangulating patterns

Marching through. Velvet isolation

Creeps through the hate. Stub out

The daylight, it’s not really you.

Uncomfortable pressings, die-cut

Whim. Jabbering silence animates

The wall. Emulsified laughter

Rolled out thin. Candlestick

Sunshine tangled in the fall.