every moment flees its own overflowing
—Karen Chamberlain, Ephedra
no birds wheel
in the air tonight—
wings in my song
*
swallowing darkness
in great gulps
a few stars catch in my teeth
*
I really thought
I knew something
about not knowing
*
gathering ephedra
my hands
are not my own hands
*
naked
I wear
a red dress
*
the night sky offered
to loan me its black skirt
hope it’s not too small