Jasmine rice of my house
the pink of my breath
the bone of my book
I buffed every mushroom for my girl
yes fellas I’ve done it
I can make what I want here
Underneath grass
a coating of the earth
a layer beneath
Is another fact
one where we
remember the letters
But forget the number
to get out
with our lives
Tonight
I brought home pale lip chrysanthemums
for fun
Now let me read Rita Dove in the dark
by flashlight and a weak green candle
