Duration 

I want to be outlasted 
By fog horns. Want a headstone 
For a placemat. Break glow- proof bread.
I take  
Measuring tape 
To observe the distance between 
My opal & skin. Inside, I am 
Tin solider & less-wooden tree. 
I am a balled up black stocking.
A ceiling fan. No one should 
Try to take this long. Will you be 
A fisherman with me? Talk to crickets 
With our eyes shut as blush compacts. 
Haul up a net of chick-a-dees.
Let’s make children from clay. 
Glaze them jade & Jupiter.
Cut the planets strings to watch them
Float to the fiber glass galaxy.
Construction is on-going. Will soon
Be wordless. I wake up to a day lily 
Sprouting from my pillow where you
Had laid your head. What use 
Is my Tuesday with the rind peeled &
Fruit honeyed. Buffet for the
Never-to-be-dead. Counting ribs,
We’re both missing one.
Licking red from fingers. More & more.
Waking up to a pair of dice.
Allergic to noon. Shining a flashlight 
In your face.