I am trying to be plain with you.
I want to explain a moment that was
usual but important. By which I
mean, this custom was brought to
me and is therefore significant.
Which is to say, it was shown to me
and held energy and force. We were
a fort and we ravished. I’ve got dirt
under my fingernails and dried
blood on my hands, still. I’m
telling the truth. And without
ligation we were the same.

When I came home from the country side
I found a flower the size of my body
lying on the bed. And orange bright cosmo.
That’s how beautiful it was. It was. And
I turned to see a different large flower
on each piece of furniture. Laying with
peace. In my house. My home, the place
where I live is delicate. And I grow.
I dig my feet down into the hardwood
floor, which is now soil. Are you in
the soil with me, that sings?