← v15n2, Fall 2016
Poetry · Volume 15, Number 2

Mood for Love

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(There I go.) I am the man

stepping onto the water (in the story,

water simply obeys) because

you’ve told me so, told me the duties

of the struck-in-love (as my soul

as I go will obey). Here is our house.

Here is the hole in the roof from where

we escaped our house (the water rising).

Here on this roof: I look out at the river expanded.

(I suffer, I’m that man anonymous in the waves.)

We need food. (I was there.) We need water.

(There I go.) I am the man stepping onto

the sick water (let it obey). And you are the man

who follows.