(a cento)
The heart is not where
the heart should be
I read a book about microbes and fungi, how these critters
find a way into us, never leave
What else to know
of loss but how
a man's breast might cool
beneath your fingers
I created more loss where I meant to make less
Here, my one raucous prayer
coaxed from this poor drum,
my double heart
More than enough
is what I keep
getting
We are kin of the same ilk
here you are, a resurrection
Line sources:
Rigoberto Gonzalez; Martha Silano; Paisley Rekdal;
Dan Beachy-Quick; Patrick Rosal; Lia Purpura; Linda
Hogan; Eleni Sikelianos and Courtney Stephens


