№ 8 Keeps Her Word
№ 8 feels close to the glass man
who is not threatening, not threatening
unless jagged, not jagged if transparent,
if aquamarine. № 8 can see her breath
on the glass man; she knows what she’s said
& to whom it matters. № 8 withdraws to
the orange tree in the orange grove, & there is
the glass man among the chartreuse nebula.
Seeing the glass man in the darkness, seeing
the glassy sea of him, № 8 is mesmerized
by the manner of him, by the invisible
door through which she enters him.