I spent what light Saturday sent sweating
And learned to cuss cutting grass for women
...
This is what our dying looks like.
You believe in the sun. I believe
...
"O Blood of the River of songs,
O songs of the River of Blood,"
...
To believe in God is to love
What none can see. Let a lover go,
...
They sat on the dresser like anything
I put in my pocket before leaving
...