-
Planet, the mind
-
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
-
the last best love is language in the mouth
-
Everyone asks what we’re afraid of
-
The stars have already solved
-
the sun intervenes. Some mornings
-
I think of memorizing poetry in the fourth grade:
-
Far is where I am near.
-
I must love the questions / themselves
-
Look, we are not unspectacular things.
