the columns were already falling
Even a natural disaster can’t shake off / the disaster that is love, a woundedness that won’t let you skulk away
To prove she’s stronger than you think, she’ll cartwheel past the dogs that / chase her and somersault over the boys with sticks
I made it to New Orleans / and the music wasn’t loud enough
like a lily at dawn / would bend to dew
There were other days, days that came later. Days of tumbling and roaring, rolling and rollicking, bouncing and breathlessness.
Stop thinking your wife is screwing the milkman. / There aren’t any more milkmen