This is the tone
that lips are supposed to sound
if the safe house is compromised.

In a neighborhood where all houses
have the same rusted roofs and the same
falling-down fences, which one hides

the fugitive? There is a reason
they don’t have house numbers.
The tenor of bullfrogs

undercuts the whine
of the curfew. Do not report
all threats to your tribe.

Light a fire as usual
under the trees. Sweep the dry
leaves together with a long-

handled rake. Sit on your haunches;
tend to their burning and the smoke
rising through the cold air.


In response to Via Negativa: Embouchure.

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