"we think of you,
we point to you in books, pages flipping in wind."
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From Winter Verses
tell us about morning and tell us about
Christmas Eve, the sun struggling to come.
tell us, tell us, point with your beards.
the cold row of cracked headstones are me,
thin and broken off like crackers. we
think of you sometimes, and also of ourselves,
and also of me. sometimes in the wind.
we see you pointing, we see you, you point
back at us, and also at me, gray, cracked,
pointing
what thoughts: kneeling in an apartment foyer,
preparing to shoot up, or shooting up, a heaven
of a foyer, a blessed warm orgasm of steps.
what thoughts: on roofs and on roofs, the sky
opened and pistachio. free, pointing off toward
rivers, and church steeples, and divine bridges,
cars haloed back and forth. we think of you,
we point to you in books, pages flipping in wind.
are you ready to climb to the roof?
are you ready to point off, a green
bottle clutched? to feel warm in apartment
foyers, the wind just outside. as tall and
unshakable as a steeple, strong against the storm.
will you open like the sky? think of me in the river,
have thoughts of me, haloed all the way.
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