I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without

I Raise My Pelvis To God So That It May Know The Truth Of How Flowers Smash Through The Long Winter.

Once I Was A Couple. I Was My Own King And Queen With Cheese And Bread And Rosé On The Rocks Of Rockport.

This Is What Poems Are: With Mercy For The Greedy, They Are The Tongue's Wrangle, The World's Pottage, The Rat's Star.

Let There Be A Heaven So That Man May Outlive His Grasses.

Then All This Became History. Your Hand Found Mine. Life Rushed To My Fingers Like A Blood Clot. Oh, My Carpenter, The Fingers Are Rebuilt. They Dance With Yours.