a hound's tooth coat pockets are bulging   with nebutal bought from some doctor   who also was bought to keep those pockets full   the face was lost but partly recovered   so half asleep and half in a frenzy   one side tries to smile enough for two   pictures remain split at the image   cupboards well-stocked with things to diminish   the pain that comes with clarity and mirrors in well-lit rooms   she checks in at dwindling daylight   a week up front asks not to be bothered   the registry will show her mother's name   locks the door sits on the bed just a minute before   she picks her purse up off the floor   pulling out what she needs   warming her wrists in promising water   somebody's love another one's daughter   readies herself apologizing to the motel maids   double-edged and super blue   vertically letting the life from you   casting a new darkness through the room   angels lay their odds on you   know not quite what they should do   only that they can't quite tear themselves from the view