Knowing indifference is earth’s
common constituent, I can take comfort

Dusting under nuptial covers,
the virgin working for the matron
wondered what love had been. A light

I like it when I’m looking
At a woman’s wrists
I like it when a woman likes to look at my wrists

It is a rugged island of much beauty.
I've just arrived,
rumpled in the harbor bar.

When snow soothes the view, it doesn’t pay to reason
with each shapely flake of its sinless topsoil.
Better admire the crystal’s moronic tolerance.

Cut it way back.
Do not be afraid to pinch the first,
the only blossom. The berry cannot thrive

Is it here their ocean-purple eyes
gaze at the world up as down

If blue isn’t here
it’s there

 We are separate and will separate more
our flock beds and bolsters, our porringers
and pot hooks, brought into homes wrought