THE UNITED STATES

glvno:

The above is leaf-math,

a high

block of cottonwood.

I am for volume.

I am for tubes in and out of the sick.

If heaven were only

where only

you could hurt you,

I would touch its dead and broadcast

their entire range of breakage.

I would breathe to within

a skin’s-width

of my sleep.

I would make a little nimbus there,

a clear heart for moths to toss against.

Late and unancient, inexact

as hands, I would move

as if by choice into my life.

Graham Foust, “Number One Hit Song.” Necessary Stranger, 2007.

it’s definitely up there with em