QUAD

for my mother


some recipe for a run-down

to heal, cooled twigs down the back flexed

once to pick them and again opposite to receive

with my thumbnail press the fruit's bottom nubs

going largest down, like light in a very good diamond

the bus sun made for such fracture, stops, the peel

bursting stuff were we west and shadowy

you wouldn't see it 

and in fact we turn right, and the same pressure

sees out nothing, like painless neck movement

later stiff 

when I move against my clothes anywhere

I'm calmed, because of the coincidence of pressure