from The story that begins with a story named death
Starbow, ki shant kabann-la
I can sometimes forget I’m human
and light a cigarette in the dark
I can spoon the night into a saucer
and I can shimmer and believe
I can carry my voice above the watershed
and four longnecks in one hand
I can paint a house and make a mean
succotash and I can dodge
every quick winter I can hook myself
to a fang and call that magic
I can seat a flock of canaries
on the thrones of the gods
I can keep my insides in and
my outsides out and crawl between
the toes of giants and I can trust
people who let themselves laugh
and be vulnerable and pink
and breathless and new