Wait by the rocks and take up your knitting.
/ Let your smell waft out of that briny tang—
/ just give it time, little siren, patience.

This is how, when you turned away, ,/ I heard you like thunder / sounding between the channels of sleep.

I am an animal and other animals are animals / I am an animal and other animals are anomalies

we worked we wormed
on the roots / on the bodies
of fruit we never tasted /

Anything can be a time machine.
For us it was the elms grown crooked
into each other, knobby-rooted
& shooting nine-stories into the sky.

I could never trust what the blood said was mine, / how the blood sung a song of myself.