The Seattle Star

I will take the sun/in my mouth/and leap into/the ripe air/alive with closed eyes/to dash/against darkness/in the sleeping curves/of my body

He went and took up with a Salvation Army band girl who played dirty water on a swordfishtrombone. He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller lake and he said “gee, but it’s great to be home”

The swimmer knows she’ll never touch the floor. She can float unharmed by murky wars and the land is as plain as her skin but the water shines like the star in her mind.