My body of course remained but all else
was a cluster of tiny white bubbles
floating up, up, up, to an unseen top.

I wake from the dream another person, tasting metal
or salt, smelling turpentine, my shoulder askew and
my jaw out of whack. My father has not been stabbed

Birds of Riverside Park

As thrushes start together all at once.
Abrupt and charming when they sense the dusk
That was long coming now has come, we lie

mysterious ocean mirrors
being that blaze
that fail at spawned oxygen meters

Did we run out of things or just a name for you?
Above us the sun doubles its acclaim for you.

Negative sun or negative shade pulled from the ground …

        Their footsteps formed the paisley when Parvati, angry 
        after a quarrel, ran away from Shiva. He eventually 
        caught up with her. To commemorate their reunion, he 

The trees were soon hushed in the resonance
of darkest emerald as we rushed by
on 322, that route which took us from

“Each ray of sunshine is eight minutes old,”
Serge told me in New York one December
night. “So when one looks at the sky, one sees

Who could find words, even in free-running prose,
To describe the wounds I saw, in all their horror—
Telling it over as many times as you choose,

Foreskin. A default setting.