So early, I drive in the dark and finely notice an eclipse!
My full moon, without my permission, was it less a power?
These people did not appeal to me until I heard them recite
I sat in the car with a stranger and told him I needed to practice
and I read Ed’s poem with all the Fucks that I had not previewed
How funny that I love the poems of so many, strangers no more
Pickled okra, tiny fermented onions and balls of mozzarella
then one final reenactment with sign language and in Navajo