Tad Richards
		Scarves You don't want her to stop but you don't know how well you dreamed her if she'll want what you want her hands like sea cucumbers feather duster worms sea urchins you recall the soft brush of sunken kelp beds but that's not enough summon her to the surface turn her till she's rounded smooth as a decoy it's when she rises up over you sets out the scarves fastens each in turn your wrists and ankles to the bed posts brings out the chocolate syrup drips it over you you know you got it right