It’s really about how furiously one can tread water
If the dance is a dance you can do until
Every bone in your feet breaks and so on
But what about joy – I wonder as I read
On the way it’s all delicate ribbons layered
On and on like those crepe cakes or
Ribbon candies or piles of pages that
Bound on one edge make a book
And how even if I gave blood and tried
To save the risky living that there
Wouldn’t be any left for me anemic
Already the red cross rejects me
That saving something of myself
Is too something to be taken
Fistful and writhing like the meandering
Waters so slowly moving towards a
Destruction and a peace – these
Creations were never meant to last
If the kudzu can take it back
So can I and we can make another
Home among ruins or stars and
Starve and swoon like those Victorian
Ladies swaying our backs to the waves
The buttercups blooming like fire
Across my skin. What is there for
Each glittering moment
Blinking