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“I’m”

 

a single atom, nucleic and is it the moon?

it’s getting farther away I can’t tell.

At first there was the beginning.

 

“falling”

 

the air and how icy it is, the fire, gathering

two bodies, all their atoms how stunned

and thrilling, laid down, stood up,

slobbered all over each other, prepared for the

immediate present

 

“in”

 

a library, a hotel. One you sleep in but you

don’t get heavy dreams, another you don’t go in

at all.

           A car, another car, a train a feet that chug

you all over the street, window, table,

balcony, the cold air all our naked nuclei

and the neighbors absently, howling towards

the moon.

 

“love”

 

sobbing, crumpled, arranged, disassembled. A

countdown to midnight, a feeling alone.

                                                                 One, I heard,

is a piece of the other and has always been getting

further away; it could be a piece of something

else, but wouldn’t you agree the whole

thing’s expanding and all they know for certain so

far is out there are rocks and gases and water

 

“with”

 

the tastes we awake with, the way our figures

have emerged into this knowingness, their injuries

the gentle pressures and yawning abyss they

can’t rest without; the sweet sweet

sweetness together, the nourishment, the aviation

of the breaths themselves as we release them,

into salty or smoky air, into air mined with

the deepest most terrifying need

 

“you.”