Westward dripping cowardice
a soft oak leaf decays into the sand.
The dunes of Ludington-
drinking red wine out of a glass coke bottle
and being hand deep when father walks in.
She is wet.
She is arched like a willow turned onto religion by tornado.
This becomes my plan
secret moments held behind the buildings of youth and hunger
waiting moments where we gag and caw towards the purity of
silence.
There is a rehab center here,
never once have i seen these men
breathe.