Not brave enough to write
in lyric, embodied dreams
I tremble in a flower’s vocabulary—
retract my hands like from
a hot sky or suddenness
dreams which pass through
my body are no different from hands
my life during deep waters
were long and unpaid
called my local paper
to ask about marigolds
deep researched small birds
in trees and how to agree
are violets breathing if their
sternums only expand—
to a palatable degree I wear
my need like a husband
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