AFFIRMATION

Do you still wish 

those errant, 

ungovernable parts of you—

that uniformless 

gray 

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 

ashamed 

of the rain?