Phone Call
Hello, you say—
my heart bounces
in and out of my shoes
skids across the desk
—a blizzard of memos—
splashes down in my cup of tea.
Has anyone noticed?
Hello, you say—here’s a kiss
for the palm of your hand
another to rub like perfume
behind each ear.
Body
“The body makes love possible.”
--Galway Kinnell
This form we take not
by choice but from necessity
—bird begets lily, ceiling
breaks into stars—
What is the thing we make—
dust from dust, then dust again?
Two by two we wake, enter
the Ark to find each other:
contrary hearts bursting
into contentious song.