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genuflecting more than usual lately
been at the bottom of too many hills
and eaten a lot of strangers' pills
I discovered the dark self
emptying cupboards and pantry shelves
and stealing away into the thick Maine woods again
at one a.m.
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like an insect,
a praying mantis mantled
with a curse, and watched
the dirty sun, his worst eye-catcher.
For hours now he’s been still as gold and
glass, dusty as chin-height china:
thinking of his father and the fall
of the antebellum oak.
Memory of it’s sifted as if ground down
summer-soft. He used to curse,
swearing to injure time herself.
To see him now calls them in like a hanging.
All the smallest doubts, knuckle-rough
like ravens with their throaty shouts:
and hold us down.
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living things, crashing again and again,
stronger and weaker,
baring teeth and pepper-tongued
rage. You flipped the page
just before I was through.
Were it up to you,
my heart would be shot through with holes
like the needles of the past were all at once
Your sweat taunts me, sticks your shirt
to your spine, makes your
knees wet, harrows me.
Somewhere above, five hawks
cycled through today on a
wheel from the west.
Tell me I haven't laughed in days.
I want to feel incredulous again,
and touched with sin, and
but you know well the darkness
of a Montana night.
Drive to meet me at the mouth.
We can watch the elk
merge their shadows with the trees,
know peace in a truck bed, and sleep
until the dawn birds chide us awake.