in so deep shade those eyes
against the slivering salt

a nose by greasy telescope
for seashell circumstance

burnrise like blood under the skin
slow sting of a swollen onion

behind the slanted brim
and belly-teeth of a sunhat

a braided tongue is licking
your inner ear

//

haggis interruptus, she said!?
that dizzy Lyzzias, and oh,
yes, and
the zest