Friday, November 18, 2022


Do you still wish 
those errant, 
ungovernable parts of you—

that uniformless 

which sometimes 
smears the blue 
sky of your body,

those bottle caps 
and six-pack rings 

and rusty left boots
in your oceans
in your brain—

would submit 
to your rule 
and keep themselves contained?

Is the Earth 
the raison d'être
of the moon?
Does the sun 
ever seem to be 

of the rain?