the coins are all ripped and twisted
problems sift down from the clouds as if they were snow
snow melting on your wrists
that are white as paper and tied around the bubbler with hair

they sketch my foot inside yours
there is sand on the glass table
you sneeze and pull back
along bare ground and fence posts
a wooden puppet hangs from the door
flightless birds flap about a cage
a blood vessel appears in your eye
when my fingers drag over the crest