Mrs. Vaughan

Honking on her object
marker, drawn down circles,
an artifice for another
time; Syncopated,

of a swing

induced, the world
washed out and hell,
found accords as pedantic
after-space: haunting,

phantasmagoric

lights’ colloquial
mall-feeling.
Clifford formed ghosts,
(silent Sarah), transcendent

to aspect– in disrepair
and expiation.