Solace of the impure
Raymond could be
a Royalist, delivered intact from that past but with a disarming gentleness. 
His limp puts a fierce twist into his hip & spine. 
Ann his wife carries
the twins, who are white & soft & damp as England. 
Together we eat the wings of small birds. 

What is the faith that propels realism?
Raymond---can I introduce plot without realism? 
As a machine, so that character becomes
a haunting--- 

...that pit of ricocheted lightening over Maryland. Clouds
flared white then they were black silhouettes. 
In the 19th Century thunderous depths were worth the time it took 
to paint them. Weather was bigger 
than a person.

...Nothing is cumbersome, though the ventilator system
has a rasp and many members of our task force
comment upon it

so I practice with my hand. 
It keeps the fantasies stuck in my throat---
a yearning I relish, anticipating breath. 

(Sound is buried language
it shreds.) Draw the throat
Up against disappearing Baltimore---
Unable to dislodge that hard tongue 
in my mouth, I foam
Around it. hysterical. hesitant. 
Thick rod of knowing, 
What bends inside mends. 

It's a little sluggish to read, because of the poise required. 

camille roy