LAKE CONSTANCE


This is for your lovers

And she beats the drum

Slow palms on a skin stretched taut,

Drawing out the inside bang,

“My voice claims she

Rummaged for memory in choices and the places of overlap with what I’ve seen.

I will not be omniscient because I’m not

and I wanted to say hello,

I wrote myself into this and into yours, so we could feel each other.

We could stop imitating the pain in each other.

And sing...