Creation

7.25.12

Once,
Bryan explains,
words had the power to manipulate form
directly.

We're in the field.  Early
late blight in the tomatoes.
Eight-foot-tall bean trellis
collapsed halfway down the row.

Most life doesn't speak
in words.
Only humans.

Swallowtails levitate
and land on clover flowers.
Milkweed pods
swollen as mangoes.

Strange growing
season.

I spoke and began to exist.
Now I am human.
No matter what

I lose in the process.

No matter how actual
or imagined
this power
is.

Beach house

6.27.12

salt light through the window

hurts this morning

far from your body, you reach
for mine

delicate as the obvious paper lantern
metaphor I gave you for your 19th

between thin walls, the rush

of fast waves on the shore