I.
Do you feel wind?
Stay awhile
List all the directions
we might move in
Stand still
Trick dead leaves
into flying
My skull is open
like a summer window
Lost-curtain bold
I am a voyeur
without a view
a slight breeze
And my wax-paper kite
is unhappy to be
far away
Hands made
Crucified
Dyed stolen colors
A tail of my own coiled braid
Asking it to tell me
what it sees
up there
But my shadow-kite remains
silk-shivered
then silent
My hands are raw
and evenly divided
Cut the string
Be kind
I am not far off
II.
Do you see shapes in the clouds?
I see
A hare wearing a suit
and eating turtle soup
with human hands
that curl in apology
A ship, a woman
made of splinters
lowered face first
into a hissing sea
They are blue
or white
and I want it like before
when I knew how
it felt to wear
a snakeskin purse
I can’t forget
what the clouds Were
or when they showed up
One day I saw another world
A mirror looked up
and instead of me
I saw you
and someone else
III.
Do you know what day it is?
I am a calendar
without the lunar phases
and national holidays
It is Tuesday
for telling tales
Sunday
for rest
on a different pair of legs
It is
the night before
I forget my last name
and scoop yours up
off the gravel drive
Can you give me
the time
A page before ink
is everything
Today
is our anniversary
of the first death
second time you touched
my palm
Later
you will fix my neck
and hang coats
from my open mouth
But today
I am
And tomorrow
is not mine
IV.
Can we eat?
At sunset
there are many courses
set for two
Then one
I am ravenous
nickel-spent and
Where is
the kitchen timer
Everything will oxidize
I forgot
to preheat
our oven
The tomatoes
are growing well
in the wet soil
between my legs
I called them
my own
Promised not
to swallow
I was not
born cruel
It began to snow
I ate
my children
V.
What do I call you?
Before
it was Cactus Flower
You showed
porcelain-canines
Used a branch
that I called
Tree
Once you said
Lover
and took me
with fists
I think I was named
for my mother’s
broken rib
Did you bring
a sword
this time
Or just a rulebook
for rolling dice
for counting
cards
I let you in
Offered you old-drink
with salt
You ate my food
tasted me
And you still
don’t know
My name
VI.
Have you seen the ocean?
I can show you the Ocean
a shape
the center
of my thumb in dust
Lint covered beetles swim
across
the Ocean
in a cardboard box
away from the light
I have never seen
sunset-waves speaking
bird languages
Myself
drowning insect sailors
so they won’t know
the other side is identical
to the first
About the blue fish
they’re gone
If I know how to hold my breath
I am white-whale-towing
a silhouette boat
to the sun
I know about the sun
I do
Ember bigger than my hand
smaller than my mouth
opened wide
Sun-swallowed and red throat wet
but it was not dark
I could not see my stomach glow
The same sun setting
on the Ocean in a box by my bed
I’ve never seen ships
getting smaller
on a flat-line horizon
I’ve never been to shore
I have built
broken-glass Castles
and sealed the box
VII.
How do you name the flowers?
After their gods
Sometimes it is monosyllabic
and sometimes
a string of lights in
an empty room
I named one Rain
and clipped the thorns
Cut the stem at a diagonal
Took the word back
anyway
Or
maybe they are
copies of the sky
So call them constellations
of flickering fluorescents
and be done
I am never done
I named a chrysanthemum
Esther
An orchid Opal
The violent Violet
Then I fell down in the dirt
and told them all
my name was
His