3/3 disko: bright sunshinesnow buntingpluralwe think: ice is your sleeping beautywasting her attributes awayweeping melt, whereas your trait, traitoris treasonand bunting’s buoyancyso joyous honouring herglisteringdeathshapes of sheer splendour, divinedescendingdissolving. dilutingoblivious human conditionlike glacial flour meetingsaltwater [at night you bathe in moonlight as alcohol, bright & brutal.seeps through skin or feathers or scales into bloodstreams of souls & soil]

2/3 disko full moonhalf bloodsingularwe think: the american loves storiesbanquets of braved hearted empty wordsthey gorges themselves inwhat’s your story they’ll ask–drinking your lightat their feastdizziness and workalways work. one works onfeed them storiesand if i was in love–it would bewith hands flanging whalewith hands cutting mattaqwith faces of winter light from withinthe american want a lifted pathof happinessthey are all the same:each wanting their own

1/3 disko: waxing moonbastard bloodcedingraven landsat the snow coveredwound. jumping up & downon the frozen edges, to break it up. pecks it back openuntil its dark contourcouplewithblood & intestines:a homecomingfeastwhereas –wide open & perpetuity fervourlavishyour fledged heart

unniutiinnarneqtunniutiinnarneqtunniusimasoqtunu t ryg (-gen), bagside (-n)(animal behaviour/sexual) devotion from latin devot- ‘consecrated (indviet)’, from the verb devovere, from de- ‘formally’ + vovere ‘to vow’