My body thickens in a stem
climbing aloud to keep you here.

My belly thickens like a stem,
my belly is tethered by your days.

Come in, come in, my strong darling.
I’m still a pane of airy glass.

My breasts go heavy to meet you here.

My body turns in place of clouds,
I grow like a pane of open glass.

My body is a forest floor
where needles blend to keep you here.
My belly thickens like a stem.

Come in, come in, my last darling,
and let the coming mirrors pass.

 

First collected in Calendars (Tupelo Press, 2003, second edition with CD, 2008).