one night-stand

In Uncategorized on June 14, 2015 at 6:15 pm

a cascading soak I
flow into the room

water &

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.

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