She took him and left
he had her and stood
a very bright burial over
only one fence
and bomb in frozen lake
they termed each other to death
dry flakes up pond ladder
and that door was a slammer
violet threads in her vanilla shake
a nude brain held fast his breath
the sensations of a worldwide adder
so far

From On the Nameways (The Figures, 2000) by Clark Coolidge. Copyright © 2000 by Clark Coolidge. Used with the permission of the publisher.