plans for the day
oh that I will hum at the time
when the lip of the earth opens
to the orange sun oh that I will
sing at the consolation of a frozen
grape when the heat presses
on my skin like an invisible
iron oh that I will sigh pressed
against another body in a room
oh that love crackles after
it consoles here is a lake here
is a cake dive in eat up oh
that I will live and bear what
cannot be borne hear the bird
wooing at the time when the lip
wondrous as a doeskin opens
oh…