121.
The mystery of when this must be said
lungful of particulars maiden voyage
each thought in your hair
over the frozen lake a childhood
spell a letter read
a breath from their mouths condenses
on St. Peter’s dome
we break our vows by silence wet
tongue of the beast
Anglican hollyhocks rise by the stone
Buddha
I can’t remember to dissemble this
self no I
I spend my day interrogating ocean
my nights parsing my interrogations
drink soup with me breadcrumbs on the
snow
a bird will follow them to the open
book
always contradict the weather the
Cross is contradiction.
122.
Long day to celebrate the light
knows what’s coming a colonnade in
hemisphere
to catch a solar system in your back
yard
southern somehow arrogance to kiss
the wind
I fought against me all my life and
lost
nearby on the longest day a sheet of
light
we saw it slice down into the forest glade
pagans these days more pious than
Christians
the earth asks more of us than Bible
does
stand up and be shadow wield the axe
of light
horns of a bull wit of the woman
pluck
flowers out of nowhere and braid them
in your hair.
