We’re pressed up against it,
pressure of us against earth
archives heaviness we feel.
Take a moment to
forgive the lightness
of what stars us, bound
and breathless, rain presses us
up against walls like pioneers
who move heavy footed
through yellow fields, faces
pressed against wind:
the grass grows so tall now,
I can only see my feet
walking through it, covered
in the soot of late summer
I […]

I am sutra written in folded paper flowers,
a kite wavering over the shore.
I was the transcend, rice
thrown at the feet of the Madonna.
I was the cool earth beneath
his feet. I was the body braided
with his body. I was the god
inside the listening shell, a cello’s
bleeding voice, I was holding
your hand because I meant to.
I meant […]