I said it to you standing
at the edge of a field shivering
dark: is anything still electric.
Here are some things:
the only time we bought books together
I bought a book about being alone. I left
tire tracks in the corn field across your street.
Mostly I remember your neighbor’s dog,
skunk-sprayed and not content
to be left alone.
Say we can still be saved: turn
your palms up and speak things
out loud. Like anyone
can still be saved.
The best thing I can say is to turn
to texts. To say we are anti-redemptive
is not to say we cannot be redeemed.