Forrest Gander - Be With

You could see: her consciousness was in her skin While his primary material was weightlessness She candled eggs for Petaluma Poultry And daydreamed of stars glowering In the Prawn Nebulas ultraviolet light He saw himself a victim of place Among shirtless gods playing frisbee on the green Oh death, he mumbled (in his sleep), Im coming for you Its true, la vida es caprichosa y puetera Full of unresolved sevenths and ninths So like Su Huis infinite poem And once when sipping water he coughed, She started to laugh, mistaking his gesture Every event drags loss behind it Dark, be brightTheres nightshade in my brain They meant to shut their door to the setting sun But her knees poked through the soap bubbles While he stayed out late lying on his back Under the ultraviolet light of the Prawn Nebula Behind a drawn curtain The nurse cursed Giving voice to his own inarticulacy Trauma brings its singular sharpness. Everyone sees her in his eyes He offers a cigarette for the dog to eat And goes back to metronoming Re-coupled to the common lag of friends Tic Tacs rattle in his pocket Hes breathing tequila fumes at 9 a.m. Unreadable but not ambiguous Like hounds yowling at the horizon Below the Prawn Nebulas ultraviolet light She wrote,