1.
Our bodies are made of compressed radiance. Released,
it would wake a rain of light
snowing out birds, skies.
2.
You hold out a cup of water, drop the cup,
hold out, and drop,
your laugh is like a split seam,
forcing everything open.
3.
Everything is getting weary at the joints—
the lamp, the table,
the bird that hangs its head
hiding its face in my black bread.
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