The machine keeps blue behind its teeth Rows of bottles hold their little cold My palm goes flat against the window The moon fits where the change should go Glass under my hand Breath whitening the pane Moonlight in the same small frame Nothing asks me for a name My face divides between the bottles One eye silver, one gone black I don't need the glass to know me I only need it to stay glass Glass holds cold Bass holds low One bell hangs where the moonlight goes I am here in this much light No more certain than tonight Something in my shoulders listens When the white round rises clear Not a change and not an answer Just the body drawing near My fingers tense before I tell them My jaw knows pressure, not a cause The reflection wears my roughest angles Then loses them between the straws No hidden message in the labels No future waiting in the slot Only breath becoming visible Only skin that has gone taut Glass holds cold Bass holds low One bell hangs where the moonlight goes I feel the pull beneath my skin It does not have to let me in I am here in this much light No more certain than tonight The moon doubles in the window My face doubles in it too Neither half becomes an omen Neither half tells me what to do I leave my hand against the cold Long enough to fog the view Glass holds cold Bass holds low One bell thins, but does not close Breath stays white Moon stays framed I stay here without a name My breath is still there on the glass.
