I saw its inhabitant. It was you, honey, and your body.

She is of a size that can float there. But
when she opens her body and slides forward, time enters

Why do I still carry it, that moment in Nebraska?

What grows in that place is possessed of an unexpected beauty all its own

the white-faced heron
attempts lift & falters

Dawn air bites like a solvent
as crazy kids race ring-necked parrots,

Distance? Well, yes, a sort of distance, or a mute
remove from the genuine distress he witnessed

All loves are bodily, require
that the lips part, and press their trace
of secrecy upon the one

What happens in this world happens in gold,
the metal in our dreams that signals immortality
bright fame, undying fire, the hour dipped

Suburbs shrill with Nintendo warriors.
Ten o clock: a queasy Pax Romana.
The ears of our mother's cancer over.