these unnecessary coats of glass and metal

my photo, my visual etc.
another re-edited napo entry

The fingernail taps
around the edges;
the dusty sill
and sawdust of little reminders,
the all of every mote’d moment
that fall earthy onward

I am unable to course

without your wet plate hair,
your collodion-dapple’d stare,
your flower-chain dangling over me
and your breath
laying eggs, millimetre
birdnests under my throat

I cannot open the blinds,
unlock the door,
discern a plausibly real form
under the vitriol of artificial light.

I throw pales of silver nitrate
over hanging sheets
in hope of a silhouette.