The Edge of the Sea
I mistake it for love
of loneliness, I think it’s coming knee-
buckled toward me, I slice it with
a hull’s dream, I stay true, I do not
eat any fish, I have such faith
in its wrecks, I dress it with wax wings,
jagged fuselage, I fall
for every trick, roll the undersound of my heart
in a wave, I throw back hermits, satellites,
throw back my lovers, I fly six times over that long stare,
forgive it for the laws of physics, I feel it
suck at my toes, spill it on my best dress explaining
my failures, I can barely live
through its night, those stars bright-black
drifting on God’s plate, all my hunger, and his hunger. 
Between
The Edge of the Sea
In the Afternoon Men Are Dreaming of the Dark
Introductions Reading Loop
Tracking the Muse