Sweet capacitor, send your strains to the overworld Unraveling your preferences as you attempt smoothing Over a guayabera long-lost to my tabletop empire-fraying Interests compounded by the hands easing the disaster Biting-fording-tearing-bargaining-sighing to reddened cheeks Appearances' loss is the gain of as unreliable a narrator As Highsmith's Thomas or the finger I have on your pulse Throwing your back out with so much wasted bathwater Mustering your harpoon in service of this hurricane Closing eyes to avoid losing a memory to the corridor of mortality