A swingset up against the end of things.
Moon furred behind a white mantle.
I felt after it but could not touch.
Dark below the knees.
A good thin boundary.
Kissing it and kissing it. Black goats
sleeping in a green grey copse.
The white dog runs to the fence
to bite us, and we coo and kneel.
Nothing gets lost if you don’t name it.
I only heard claws on the tree trunk.
All of the pain in the world in these words.
No these words. Perverted blue moat
around the moon. I am for suffering.
Early, and then live. I remember my plant dreams.
Cell walls collapsing. Easy. Terror.
Come name it with me.
No dreams. Only a few pieces.