Cameroon by Andrew Nance


  Imagine lastly eager
grins regretting, back & forth
as if on a hinge: the snow-belt
a wind-building people, people
dismantle like dogs on stilts
or a sneeze in the night

  back & forth, as if on
a hinge, the snow-belt pulling
my lover out of the sea & up
to my chin like a dog on stilts
a sneeze in the night, a dress
that wears me, clings to its

  camera, pulling my
lover out of the sea, up to chin
mouth hinged to summer’s
certainty: rain, a dress that
wears me, clings to its camera
all the money in my pockets

  curls like cats, & in my
mouth, hinged to summer’s
certainty, rain & velvet organs
washed up on shore: all the
money in my pockets curled
like cats: I bend over to pour

  my grin into her
mouth, an organ washed up
on shore, a wind building people
people dismantled: I bent over
to pour my grin, & lastly, I am
pouring the eager grins I regret.