After "Warders" by SF, "After-Warder" by JD , "Articulation of Shadow" by JD with a little Bob Dylan thrown in for good measure

QUINTAN (ague or fever)
by Amanda Deutch

with her fog amphetamines wind nobody has to guess cracked ruby in
arms of her memories how many memories must we cross until
we can take off hour clothes undress the aches and be not afraid to
look at blind blood oranges, lit corners, stung skeletons and her
she tastes just like glass lovers crimson hours jumbled discomfort
and homicidal eyes reminder of that way... just so. wake to hear you
breath. You once were waking for me to hear you breathe. subtle
science of stop or keep on. I throat to recollect your honey illuminate
serpents so ill asleep almost homicidal even green eyes. finally she
sees just like a woman queen of spades like all floating worlds,
she is--fruit lines and greening maps