In Arcadia, I am
Waiting for the light to change
Green into red forest to fire
Summer not summer
Light that changes in the moment I look
And my before has flown
And there is no rift! No temporal crevasse
There is only this point of
The body wanting what it wants, now
Waiting for it
The kind of story we have been waiting for
My friend she has newly rejoined me she thinks we will go on as before
And I will again be made to diagnose ills
Miss Insight that was, sadnesses' mistress
How can she think this
The boy with the narrow hips
Has become someone different
His space in my brain his place in my body is
Assured guaranteed non-negotiable and yet
He's gone I can't have him I'll have to have others
Pull you into my lap
Now this man was also his beauty
Not, beauty not beauty, but
Flux
Does it, do I, will I change
Red into green
Words are shapes, too
Stills
The beauty of them breaking hearts and ribs
In moving frames I see
The light, on, off
A man and a woman on a bicycle, laughing
And I'm watching another
His body a reed that leans
White birds circle his wrists
No, it's his shirt cuffs flapping, mid-song
And he is a poet singing on stage
And his chest is bare of prior association
And yet it does change
