Surrounded as we are, unlit, unshadowed (audio only)
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I need you
the way astonishment,
which is really just
the disruption of routine,
requires routine.
Isn’t there
a shock, though—
a thrill—
to having done
Dog lifts his leg to piss on the bull briar; pisses;
and up from the twists and thorns flies a ghost moth,
two of them, three, moving like an abandoned
but still persuasive, still shifting argument,
until as usual they move how they move, even as
the field’s edge means the edge of the field, not
And sometimes, yes, I’d beg for it—
he’d make me beg: Shy moon,
why shy tonight?