Later, we will notice a vast communication
between separate selves. We will learn
in the colors of our lover's body

The barn is warm, come inside, lie down,
sleep. Here, no sheep ever fails

A sort of cypress reached
Halfway up the longer window;
I came to live here, all the same.

If you cannot make a living from your art,
double the art, double any part

(but not the whole)

Hunkered, totally

spaced, in the half-open door of the fridge
with my trifocals fogging, scanning the five

I remember erecting a screened-in porch
for a house I lived in, the staple gun
all afternoon like a giant mosquito

The palms looked wary even in broad afternoon,
thin women in fancy ribbed hats.
Beyond them the hooded sweep of the St. Johns

The Lord wants me to go to Florida.
I shall cross the border with the mercury thieves,
as foretold in the faxes and prophecies,

Through the veiled hush of the nut garden, God
was walking in the cool of the day; He
felt like talking again to a mortal

Each swallow scalds his throat, the lesions
on his larynx burn. There's nothing
to eat or drink but air. Skin