I wake up in your bed. I know I h… Much earlier, the alarm broke us f… you’ve been at your desk for hours… our friend the poet comes into my… where I’ve been writing for days,

Miracle’s truck comes down the lit… Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behin… and, yes, you can feel happy with one piece of your heart. Take what’s still given: in a room…

What kind of beast would turn its… What atonement is this all about? —and yet, writing words like these… Is all this close to the wolverine… that modulated cantata of the wild…

That conversation we were always on the edge of having, runs on in my head. At night the Hudson trembles in New Jersey light.

Across a city from you, I’m with… just as an August night moony, inlet-warm, seabathed, I wa… the scrubbed, sheenless wood of th… cluttered with our brushes, books,…

Living in the earth-deposits of ou… Today a backhoe divulged out of a… one bottle amber perfect a hundred… cure for fever or melancholy a ton… for living on this earth in the wi…

I can see myself years back at Su… hurting with an infected foot, Phi… in woman’s form, limping the long… lying on a headland over the dark… looking down the red rocks to wher…

If I lay on that beach with you white, empty, pure green water war… and lying on that beach we could n… because the wind drove fine sand a… as if it were against us

It was your vision of the pilot confirmed my vision of you, you sa… He keeps on steering headlong into… on purpose while we crouched in th… vomiting into plastic bags.

Rain on the West Side Highway, red light at Riverside: the more I love the more I think two people together is a miracle. You’re telling the story of your l…

Your dog, tranquil and innocent, d… our cries, our murmured dawn consp… our telephone calls. She knows—wha… If in my human arrogance I claim… her eyes, I find there only my own…

I drew solitude over me, on the lo… —Robinson Jeffers, “Prelude” For whoever does not afflict his s… cut off from his people. —Leviticus 23:29

Whatever happens with us, your bod… will haunt mine—tender, delicate your lovemaking, like the half-cur… of the fiddlehead fern in forests just washed by sun. Your traveled,…