so many ways of talking about the body’s grace

as though death is a bedroom you’re swept into / by a passion so strong you don’t care what thread / and buttons you scatter behind

I wonder if they’d carry / the sadness of a man like me.

I felt most myself by the river.

rain is a blessing from god she said
covered in hose water and mud

Actually, it was more like a horse galloping
towards you, another thing I’ve never heard