haiku

tides tug at my hips
like your sudden, insistent
hands hold back the moon.

topography (2).

say you can't believe in the miracle
of body. say anger, when
what you mean is fear.
say you are shaken, say disaster
is the one constant you cannot
escape any other way. litany after
litany - as though the rhythm
of breath is somehow disparate
from the rhythm of drums.