Evilese

First in the clumsy sign, hexing that car
around the next bend. Then in the clear
expletive of feet, the way hers broke, broke
a soft face. How the gestures cloaked her

from those far counties inside. How bright
the road from bone to hand to daylight
sorties where the word, black as oil, could speak
for itself in the sand. Where to find

the new songs. Across the sky, finches
leave their shadow. Meanwhile, the mute screech
of tires, child at a loom, the half second
when the house explodes, a kind of speech.