When the one you love dies,
bury them naked in a garden.
Let wood spirits, rain, moon
have their way with the one
you still love.
When harvest time comes
take care when you swallow these:
scars unreturned, forgiven things,
all receipts and the spindle.
The rest, light that always
seemed to be somewhere else,
gulp down whole:
learn of the only lovemaking
flowers ever come from —
this last best done long before.





10 old applause
