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.