The infinite danger is that we grow more limbs
the longer we live. That soon, standing outside
our fire, is someone who’s inconsolable, someone
we said the wrong things to, certainly capable
of shooting us to pieces, or, awkwardly apologizing
for failing to remember our names.



Let alone the beach with its history
of never going too far out, suggest
what attracts us to this land of so much for ordering in
sandwiches for the reception of our lives, is, on the one hand,
we are never idle because we can lie our way back,
because there is still one primitive swamp
for one wild animal, and consequently, it occurs to me,
I rarely disappear in that unhesitating way
that so belongs to us all.