I speak to the body as if it’s not dead. I speak

My way to the throat. The eyes are bronze

Coins smoothed of their embossing. I toss them

Into a well. The song starts up and I can’t

Remember the rhythm. My voice floats into the apse

Like an orange cloud. There’s a buzzing in my ear

And I’m not sure if it’s a hummingbird or a bee.

Pearls roll around the vacant

Drawer of my head.