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.