W I L L
 
 
 
the fisherman’s sneakers trouble the water
 
 
he baits his hooks with homophones, cartilage, pheromones
 
 
his hooks :        telephones, specula, seraphim
 
 
he lowers his line into the dark
 
 
            an adrenal needle plunged into the heart
 
 
feels something bite below the river
 
 
 
& pulls up boy,
 
 
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
after boy,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
W I L L
 
 
 
how deep am i indebted to the dead? i compile my list
 
of derelict crafts & acquisitions : begin with breath & end
 
with breath. all my calendars & colanders & cataclysms,


all my volumes of vonnegut & auden & baldwin, all my
 
gone men & all my felicific fictive children. to the dead
 
i leave every river delta left, what once fed the ocean fresh
 
water. to the dead i leave my letters for they were never mine
 
to begin with. i leave mine body—unless who outlasts me
 
decides otherwise : to make me a sky burial or diamond
 
or line of cocaine. to the living i leave, i leave the living
 
everything left. everyone i love is dying & i can’t let this be
 
tragic : haunted hunted seraph, abandoned plate of deer ribs.
 
instead let every leaf of grass be my family’s sick blood clean.
 
let me trust every writ letter is alive & liquid & will survive me.