may i go to bed bare
fists out in the convergence room
suspicious of enduring forms
i took a long time loosing her
wonder where our texture went
sing the anger refrain on the new low line
i got my magic wrong
i am made of direction
lay back onto the early grass under branches holding up the moon
i don’t know yet the animal won’t die that summer
reach into the portal instead of sleeping
i can feel light’s body quality
i mean feeling
whenever i speak i am speaking beloveds
i study the color of yesterday’s burn
put myself deep in the water
swap tears around a wet circle
i am fastened into the speaking circle, squirming
i aim to get my heart as dirty as possible
follow my beet heart’s heartbeat
tend me as i go in to my knees
i do not intend to marry again
am not prepared for the slick work of wartime
going in the direction i’m going
i am granular here at the shore
precisely in my quick undoing
lighter than i was, with a precise and heavy center
i am tasked with precision but let the light pour off me
i am not a hopeful person but i lay down