This is the way we love. She said,
if there were more than one moon I wouldn’t know
what to do or where to begin.
If the fog never lifts, the city’s still
there. She said, some things only know
one way to hide. This is the way we love,
she said, with a shotgun
under the bed. Under your skin the bone is setting.
And her hand smoothed the skin.
And her hand set the bone.