After the rainy season, we eat the bodies
of sparrows & squirrels. We can only enter
woods when water recedes. The trees,
like statues. We wait for the sun. We unfold
our bodies from children. From love,
when love is how we hurt. When love is
what silvers. When heat holds us
like dying saints, unspeaking. Before
the seasons empty forests. Before cold
empties the branches of leaves.
Before the sky empties our mouths
of gods. Of thousands of names.