Joy arrived with fear, in word if not deed,
a nicety providing entry into other ideas:
what does it mean to drown? Breathlessness
came later, two years of captive attention
before any boundary was breached.
How long had I watched the waves
without worrying about their gravity,
without noticing how I'd been pulled
in, under?
Captive to
your tides
for years,
six more,
blissful,
sinking &
suddenly:
darkness,
emptiness
down here
where you
left me--
so cold without your sunlight.
For my friend on the occasion of her wedding. What I know of mirrors is their imperfection, their imbalance of mathematics: one reflects one, & we imagine this is wholeness & we believe we know oursel
For my friend on the occasion of his wedding. No eye for art, you said, and turned toward Hunger, livid color leaving you cold, neither keen, nor compelling, not enough, not when you already know how
It is not Death that watches us with suspicion, yet you invoke Her name anyway, make of Her a boundary, make of me an earthen intimacy. There is no revelry in roots no matter how deep they run, only f