dummy

between shadows
and the roof
lover

she says, Dave,
sometimes,
she says

I just want to feel
some good light on me

she says

and by saying it she means
the place; where the idea
wiggles in half
showing me her idea.

It’s like this:

Am I bourgeois to want to die with her? Because,
in the nineteenth century, she says, I don’t love you enough.
I don’t hear her say it, but I’ve made a note.
It’s exact, as if some of the icicles still cling
to the bottom. And, it’s summer.

I foisted that on you,
she says,

I don’t love you more when you tell me.

And
she writes,
Atlas, today
we ate solid
rocks.
The boy is hungry.

Canal stood beside some water and
clods of real came up through him: I’m mesmerized.

More: and she

makes a flounce by the fence:
mulberry, hawthorn,
and

Have you seen
a mulberry
she asks

I don’t think so No
I don’t think I’ve
done that

with other shrubbery:
chinaberry, gooseberry, logan-
berry
and

more exotics.

But in a way I have
I have ridden them all
through you

I have         you, she says, and sometimes I just don’t want you
to know.

My lion.