This Deepening Takes Place Again

What if everything

were revealed: where I was

last night. You, etc. The rain

is coming down like salad.

My sister's hair

reminds me of my sister

so much I can't

stop looking. Who am I

to have arms? On the plane

one short dream:

a baby so small

it wasn't even human,

just a bouquet

of light with wise

cellular eyes. If losing me

is the worst thing to happen,

your life is still a good life.




From Lovability (Fonograf Editions, 2021). All rights reserved. Reprinted with the permission of the author.