Poem from “Adjustment You Walk Away Again”


It is too late to falter in our walk into the eyes

We ascend the stairs then cling to the rungs

Satiate the bee in her warm home with a little soda

Shoulder surface in the springlight annealing

Razed, the rooms kissed last show no sign

Holy we cross the rooftops no building ours

Nor could be owned except by cleaving

Except by hands alight on lumbar holy

Soda fizzing black in the tiny fixtured eyes