The long-standing

Green marbled love
of the world, watery blue

promise of eventual solvency,
you went with me everywhere

before I even detected slight
syncopations in the blood,

before the soft spot in the curve
of beaten silver began to harden,

taking one shape as it tightened
its grip on my arm. I almost

did not listen: I clung
like a stubborn idea

to the heaving body
of the horse which rose

out of the river and mist
to bear me through

to the other side— And still
I don’t recognize this world

completely, but I give it permission:
I let the marsh birds and mosquitoes

take apart my name, I let the gnats
draw small haloes around my ankles.

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