Long rivulet of me
strikes the ram’s horn.
My name hymns
god-bright in the lungs:
Loosen me,
revenant. Your absence
caused me to crawl in
the low fields
like a woman in war.
All that labor.
I’ve made a myth of it.
Dress billow-whips
my knees. Breathe:
body arch. Breathe:
body flutter. Breathe:
we linger. At the end
of anything, a lift.
Believe or leave
a breath—