Ⅰ.
I’m imagining the refinery
is a beehive
and the heavy smoke
wafting not smothering
something is boiling beneath
something stirs
the bleached carapaces strewn
everywhere
limbs
claws
those fragile
crenellated shells
that small children gather
in their hands
(it’s not that I wanted
to hold everything
but also not
to wait at the station
year after year
weeping—)
the trains depart on schedule
(it’s not
a choice one can make)
Ⅱ.
before there was wind there was _______________
in my dream she returned to me
for milk
and we began again with our lessons
H is for hyacinth,
The opposite of roof is reveal
blue crabs sashay
from their holes
the big box store sold lottery tickets
as well as lawn chairs
(one could never have too much luck)
Ⅲ.
imagine a row of bottles on a sill
the light through them
was like that time —
I still speak to you
through my skin
what was the light before dawn? _______________
I could have answered every question
it was milk