you have to pay attention
to the materials
that make up a fragment
of the city
impossible to fathom altogether
this is a movie about
bodies and light
unforgotten
shells everywhere
and the moon slivers
because the tide is like this
do we turn to dust
the bones of a vampire
are strong
no measure of will
they slide in their sockets
they get into trouble
the window closes
no theological arrangement
the grain reveals
emotion in the dark
photography is memory
reversed
a vampire watches
invisibly
in serious starlight
never cleaved
the vampire is haunted
by dreams of a former life
and doesn’t know if they are
memories
she is her own shadow
she is out of love again
she is quiet in her cave
