What to do with the fence
around your place
the hard rain
that won’t end
the body
bearing down
on its poison
is there a broken bone
in your speech?
Are you only
your worst moment?
And what about the next life,
would you even want it?
Can I just tell you
none of us know
what we’re doing here
none of us
are getting it
right
some of us are good dancers
and others are still learning
how to walk,
be here–
love–
not die.
