Refuse the old means of measurement.Rely instead on the thrumming wilderness of self. Listen.-From "Out West

You grow. You are large. You are a 19th century poem.All of America is inside you,a catalogue of lives and landand burrowing things.-From "Catalogue

What is the metaphorfor two animalssharing the same space?Marriage?We share a practice,you and I,a series of postures.

I am not land or timbernor are youocean or celestial body,but rather we arethe small animalswe have always been.

You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call will you loosefrom another woman's throat?

I have never known a field as wildas your heart.-From "Love Poem: Centaur