she   and he 

she strangled the clay 

tore it

apart

stabbed it

back together

barely melded the rent joinings before

crushing it

in her thin 

blueveined mitts

it oozed

turgidly filling the space

between her white

knuckled 

fingers 

he didnt see clay

he saw her trying

to restrain

reshape

something unnamed

some thing

she would not reveal

and if not to him

he hoped to someone

the dull

in her eyes

was the dull

of the elastic

clay  

vacantness

an elsewhere seizing

a spot beyond

where he could see

thats how she sat

bound

binded

unfixed 

and he

couldnt help 

1847,  Saturday,  29  12. 12