excerpt from “Mutual Aid”

not done, sadness, nor solved.

maleness in fact in the end a non-problem.

somewhere a bird sits in its own silence while a habit repeats herself.
the belonging predicts. the blood seizes.

in silence somewhere a bird sits, two birds: one terrified, one calm, neither contributing sound.

we yelled lavishly.

at each other like each other were mountains.
A shouting, as in elation.