Seven Poems


For Antonia

1
At the edge
of the body’s night
ten moons are rising.

2
A scar remembers the wound.
The wound remembers the pain.
Once more you are crying.

3
When we walk in the sun
our shadows are like barges of silence.

4
My body lies down
and I hear my own
voice lying next to me.

5
The rock is pleasure
and it opens
and we enter it
as we enter ourselves
each night.

6
When I talk to the window
I say everything
is everything

7
I have a key
so I open the door and walk in.
It is dark and I walk in.
It is darker and I walk in.