a cascading soak I
flow into the room
for a hundredth time ask
what living like this means I
mean, what’s the point of drowning in America
if you’re not going to do it in the tap water?
part of my nocturnal survey,
I use dogs to search the woods &
give weight to the body
to sink & to watch it
become the womanless all-woman of
this bed, from whom I shrink.