interest me, in me, lost woman amongst the garden cubes.
the fire that, finally, really burned, in real time — our home
in maine drowned under the saint george river. yes I
tore the body
that we wanted
plucked the weeds we wetted
(the bare chests)
when the bears crawled, at night, to our bed (burned),
we made it out alive because we were not yet sleeping.
it was alright because you — gosh — held my hand