on.

time moved on more elegantlythan i’d have likedits wheels greased with surprising iniquityi wanted the floor boards to bucklethe breaks to spit sparks in their vigorbut everything swam by

my brother and i drive a foot at a timecrawling forward over the rain-darkened graveleyes like saucerspeeled for the sight of salamandersin their mysterious, perilous pilgrimagenot knowing the danger rolling overheadnot salamanders, actuallynewtsif i’m precisewhich i sometimes amsoaked to the bonelap full of lizardstiny hands and feetkissing the insides of my elbow,up and down the backs of my handsso many small thingsare just as hardto hold

and yet even in the darki can see themthe poppies are blooming in californiaand it is hard for this heart to stay broken

stay in the not knowing with mei want to sayat first to youbut more to medon’t fall for fallingdon’t feel for proof(where there need notcan not be any)orpheus, do not look backthere is more to see than your closed eyelids can offerthis dark is more worth its saltpillar or shaker or elseeurydice told me soshoot straightyou can see the foot in front of youandwhen you drive in to ityou will see the foot in front of thatand that is enough.

things are not as simpleas the path the crow fliesabove from one want to the nextwe are windingand unkemptbut so little survivesasphaltor salt, to be sure

just think of what we can be herein the dirt.