for Diana herself (R.I.P.) and her stepmother, who cared for her
Pets, left unfed, but
not by you, not by
the before
Texas
roads itself northward
for corrections, recuperation, for
reestablishing familial connections
knots and meditations (who would
eventually become) medications,
Digestions,
down to the letter,
a prescription
marooned armchairs
in-residence
the pursuit
and
the residue
of
...a fallen presence
Down to leafing
through careful rooms
trying to motivate yourself
to sort through
the thimbles and the thread
of everything around you
Oklahoma can count its friends on its eyelashes
and can talk us ...to death
to contraction,
making us sink
inward, from
closing spaces and sinking bones
With no way of knowing
the strength of direction
too much or too little,
who gives us the rooms?
whose thread encircles us?
spinebound and scarlet,
who could ever be early in taking death's majestic blanket?
whose eyes have been settled so hungry in the thicket?