I Contain Myself Needfully
Of all the things at Mary's house, I recall the look of the larkspur overcome by the lavender.
Sure, I see the rapture of Bernini's St. Teresa, though the stone looks so cold.
You have to be able to leave yourself before you can truly leave another.
Last night I danced until I could have been slipped out of.
But there's that I again, that that I again.
Morning is a despot. I comply with each humiliating demand.
Before the renovation, birds flew down the chimney. My mother shrieked when they pierced the living room.
This move is called the inflatable man. I call this one the trash compactor.
How long is the average feeling of remorse? Rough estimate.
J says, There is no unseeing, no undoing. But I put it all in words till it withdraws completely.
My neighbor who kept pigeons in a coop on the roof lost all five hundred in the fire. A drone video shows the view from above. No sound. Just the building heaving light.