a circuit， bled memory

    a séance of the veins¹， a liquid hinge

    Deceit， the tones of dreamed sceneries

    defaced by a single face

    and yet the day itself is more marred²

    by these traces of fragrance³

    chances to fathom⁴ her absence

    or collapse⁵ with the sap of plants

    and sleep， and demand of a jasmine-scented face

    How are you still so fragrant⁶？

    An object at a morgue or an organ