there is / suffering so sacred / it appears on the body / like a score
where place is possessed / of an almost perceptible pulse
Linnets learn / their songs by the sea
eight rabbits in reins settle their / cottontail feet in the molasses earth / and begin their whimsical dancing
Leaf shadows vibrate on the humus. / A woodpecker rattles its brain for a taste.
Late morning & the world burns.
We were brown and immigrant. We drove a Volkswagen and sang songs in the hymnals of white people. We loved these songs. And god was pinned to the underside of my skirt like a blood orchid.