Even though my neighbor's car was stolen, and she has cancer or has had cancer, and now the street has an absence in it, like a missing tooth.
You blink back so many red veils // so often they stop being blood. The fur / of your parka becomes indistinguishable / from your own hair.
I am flexible and flickable, buoyant, / pulpable. These are my only truths. / And the golden rail down my back // like a wick of fire.
Gossamer horizon. The trees are less dense with their colors / than last year. Still, what might be called splendor. // Or slippage. Through slight gaps in our fingers, we watch / a gathering sky...
The children have no idea where the passages / lead, whether other routes to the surface exist, / and which branches might contain breathable / air.
Start the game. / Remove your clothes. / Put your hands on your body.
In chapter one, the history / of the soft drink, Joseph Priestly, / who discovered oxygen, lived / near here.
In the middle of the night / they woke nude as newborn rats / vascular, milky and afraid