You need to go into the wilderness, but there’s no one / to take you. / There are women living under your bed, / in the refrigerator, / on every tree branch / on your way to work.
A storm blew down / the tree your bones / nourished, through the / roots.
Odessa burns / around us while you / place your hand on / the trigger, your lips to / my brow, say “we have / to go back.”