I had a disease. Also I was drowned, also saved.

Put your hand
on my heart, a solid or

solid phase.
This is the foresight.

You might think of smoking, singing together…

These were our neighbors, who rescued the injured.
The women are all barefoot,
the men too.

And he's walking—
right into his shadow.
Arms extended, open as a field.

I have a lace veil on, and so does B, but we are not the bride.

"How are your eyes?" I say.  She asks me
if I want to see. But I know they are just holes now.