EMILY AS WE SCARE THE BIRDS
We are the un-
knowability of the wind.
Our song terrorizes
the possibility of simple
love in simple trees
with simple nests.
This is why
our children can’t fly.
They’re lovely,
but they exist
in a smooth place
away from our efforts.
No. Our children see
& hear everything. They
know what we are
& why we cling
to each other.
They don’t fly
away because they
love us anyway.
They are scared only
of what we are not.
EMILY AS I PLAY THE SONG HALLELUJAH BACKWARDS
Hello confusion, ask
all of your questions
& if you get any answers
from me they will be
whole, they will be nonsense,
they will be a wordless
feeling. I had no intention
of making sense when
I started asking the world
why some sleep to never wake
& why some wake to never
sleep. I suppose
I just got tired of loving
the same song over
& over again. I don’t want
to love anyone other
than Emily. I just like
to call her different names
when I feel lonely
& since I quit drinking
I’ve been alone all the time.
EMILY AS A TUNING FORK
The stone never expects
anything. There is music in this world!
I don’t care what it sounds like.
It could all be practice. It could
never stop being a rehearsal.
I just like having her around
while I try to & of & with & around
the stones as they find out about her.
Neither of us sings, but the vibration
makes us feel our voices
have shed the moss of the world
& been chucked into a real sea.
After that, so simply, we exist
& we revisit that existence whenever
we need ignore the shallow silence.
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