First. A (noun). Then a function to progress function. This speculation assumes deity identity, a separation clear like glass from spectator, who is, or was…that eye sore, or that dead eyed snore, a possession of function, collector of petals, numbers and sex symbols. Witness to thousand-yard stares that ensnare pockmarks in the walls, whence, arachnids lurch and wiggle out stressors (flies that fought) & everyday stories.
Second (noun assumed). She pinches at the corners of her sundress, draped like a curtain over the sides of the park bench. A breeze lifts the corners of her sundress while she’s distracted by moonlight, moonlight that highlights a ripple fluttering in the shallow pond. An assemblage of Gerridae insects scuttle, hop and amuse the streetlamps, onlooking, patient like a voyeur. She pinches at the corners of her sundress and buries the corners beneath her fleshy thighs. A breeze touches her ankles, she smiles but not out of amusement. The smile is a concoction of love, disguised as a fervor.