Alarm

Self are you toward the pool
No then closer

Night’s not on the list
of the glass-green water

It loves your legs the water
It is mica and night honey
mushrooms and legs

I tell you about my childhood
You hum over
your future tattoos

Long hands Particular
islands Plums

It will be such
a sad century
you say

Do you really
want to survive it

Green-glass water
The shapes of leaves

clotting in a fuller
patience of water

Urn
Water

Flood
come through the door

Source: Poetry (July/August 2023)