[2 dancers]
.how could anyone read the Room [that defies description]
that I had become, she said—
.vociferous blue jays in my head won’t leave—
their intricate nests take up memory..
.Monday subtracted Sunday’s stone altar in the forest cathedral light
where birches lean into pitches of sun too thin to adumbrate..
.everything hurts all at once..
.the spring flowers are singing, he said..
.singing daffodil yellow and hyacinth pink..
.the mourning doves collect our sadness..