Some people have pastors who explain these things but I don't know why she sits alone amidst the bodies that the water left behind — bodies of houses, bodies of cars, bodies of boats, bodies of people — knees bent, arms
clasped beneath bare thighs, held together by the stiff embrace of a sob, or why the earth shook, or why the water came, or why she has taken off her boots, or why she sits alone amidst the bodies that the water left behind; I only know that I don't want a pastor who explains these things.
You never considered yourself an archer until you
clasped the gold chain of this necklace
beneath your hair and let the love for your look be launched sky high...