for Brian Teare
I'm driving myself to the doctor
in a borrowed black car, my little routine.
I'm getting a shot in my ass today.
Someone with a tender hand and a smile
I can't see takes my blood.
My blood fills vial after vial. No matter how
many times, I've done this, I'm always surprised
by how much they take. By how much
comes out of me. Blood becomes boring.
I imagine it is gold, the gold replaces me.
This lab is cold and too modern.
I come here on my birthday and my half,
when all is done, I’m weakened.
My edges patina like the snake at the river.
Where does my gold go when no god
is nearby. Another nurse who isn't
smiling calls out a name I don't quite catch
as the door closes. I am heading
west today which feels like a choice
a person like me would make. The gold
flow punctuates my day. Second chances.
The green of my life. A kiss on the wrist.
My Lover and I are Inventing a Country
title borrowed from the first line of Larry Levis's poem "In a Country"
wide open with strange landscapes
in the blue light of angels euphoria cracks
the heads of flowers and is everywhere
our cities elegies the world
offers romance and our fucking
becomes the sonic space
and the waste of time our love
is so big we must take it outside
let hope widen towards unadorned beauty
let the field be the canvas of our play bells ring
us into sovereignty a chorus sings the song