Marissa Nadler Mid-Sentence

the maltese doorsteps countering foot petals
and tramping about the doorstop-broken kevel
Marissa Nadler chalked upon the strumming
downstroke midway contestant of parched blue
parallel coffeeway feathers singing stolen hymns
from coast redwood stalk posing lost in the breeze
raining on the folk drum of early-day trialstorms
mid-sentence growth periods like rising grass
ashes in the coffeeway feathers of tadpole grease
from concealed cigarette budgets and runway slots
lost and seeing Nadler where crosses stand, arched,
in slouching attendance, like a gander to a misstep