Everything That I Know In The World

A poem for Maia

Everything That I Know In The World

I'm concerned with time
and the imperative. I'm concerned
that he was put down—Canis Major. I do not
tell her this—Maia. On her 
forehead, he left silvery skin
diaphanous to split easily: luxate
gape, bead, flood. Mandible
incisor, soft palate, cortisol.

That you’d find nothing at the
center, I’m sure. Were you 
to cut me in half and count my rings
I’d be younger still
than the years of scar tissue: germinate
sink, drink, shoot. 

Change points towards god, Delta.
If not my lips
My tongue. Morning never comes
and yet:

Ecstasy, toboggan, fence, blanket. Rest 
fodder catnip
nourish. Tundra bucket
silky
hunger

Fountain     carry     armistice     gone

Rust		ache
mote  cast

		Please
				yes no
			table

Entire
	remember
	poem		you


                    
                                stay 	stay 	stay 	stay.