Passcote

Serenity’s split
difference gets backlit,

gets stiffened to feather
whenever

we’re bored. Schism
then makes its

mouths. Mammals
its ribs over the wet, the red

mess hidden dim
in the chest. A lock unpicks

its hinges
as matted tangles molt

in cold. What nests,
what must shed unem-

bedded altho our own
devices glow.