Dear woman, listening with your mouth
pursed into a false ear, which cannot—
despite the clarity with which my sisters,
who are poets & so precise
as an incision, describe how they are called
out of their blood into the same work—
get over how both ...
So used to drought, the city looked astonished
at the sky & I have to believe that’s why
she didn’t see me in the crosswalk. I was
on my way to celebrate another year
among my friends, then drowned by laughter
in an ambulance as it raced ...