psalm 84

i need
birds and hosts
some kind of color
 

to wait for you
 

we wade in pools and egrets
everyone appears
but you
 

i will cut myself into a thousand pieces
and give you one — i will stand in your door
and ignore the tents —

psalm 5

listen
i will talk to you in the morning
by the washing machine

open window and salt
and shallow breezes

what you hate is what you hate
 

we are looking for a same thing

psalm 6

can you hear me

my bones are soft, unsaved

and wet : at night they are wet :

supple and waxed, ashamed

of themselves

psalm 99

i see you there.
or think i do :

perched on a fence with your pantsleg rolled up,
eating a pear or an apple, milk-creased spider
against your thigh
 

your name is a plucked thing in my mouth
 

a low chair, a cloudy
invention

they are angry

psalm 2

a veined thing
rage

let us break their hands
and hobble ourselves toward water
 

we are spore and pheasant :
we are reaved and speaking :

i will set you

a pot broken at the wheel

kindling

psalm 4

i grow large beneath my hands.
my fingers break and sway, the meat
of me besets.
 

i know you hear me.

chained to trees :
we slept and didn’t know it :