Flesh
It wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t all go on without you.
These inhabited days, the no-see-ums of the fifth arrondissement
that bit us all summer, the hard fact of time hauling us forward lit.
This is the nth year of my life and so far it’s not the last
and so far it’s not the sweetest but it is because life is sweet.
Swept out with the tide we’ll be, beached even
as the mornings keep chirping on and suddenly.