Noelle Kocot Euphemisms Speckled with dust, we enjoy the Patio. Pauses—struggling, embittered. Whose face is to disappear like clocks? Analyses cloaked like tears, I am too “Far gone” already. A gliding muscle On the outside getting in. Pockets Filled with schemes, the sun comes out Like an aproned dawn. To say I miss you, To say I miss you, is only a tickling piece Of string in the throat. An embrace, A closure. No ragged bird will come against Your shield. A visible delicacy in your Notebook, words screaming like the border Of these trees, you understand the euphemisms. When It All Falls Away Shining   Like   The   Promised   Secrets   There   Is   An   Old   Tall   Tree   There   While   The   Champagne   Is   Being   Served   Candles   Were   Rampant   And   The   Horses   Were   Ingratiatingly   Brushed   And   Shining   And   How   In   The   End   It   Was   Our   Own   Peevishness   That   Kept   Us   Going   And   How   In   The   End   It   Was   Only   A   Little   Fear