On the one side
there are hummingbirds
plucking secret fruits
from the tongues of foxgloves
& a shimmering woman
who yawns like a cat
in the day bed of a
yellow house.
Having fallen out of love
I am on the side
where termite nests grow tall
in the shape of my predicament
& here as well is the milk snake
folding and unfolding
infinite lemniscate
drifting fatly over the riverbed,
over the river, over the bed,
just another of my limbs.