The infamous now less than one hundred yards away, balled angry white lightning, the diesel under hood, welcome neighbor, women’s screams animal from your backyard & metal. When the dark enters the goldfinch, all thirty, leave the tree for where the sun goes & mama put old truck side mirrors there, vain pretty birds she says like women in feminine moments in the bathroom, change the bulbs for good eyebrow lines & reconfigure. When I hear your dogs bark from your yard, when I see the girl in the store with all the turquoise & black tight skirt, I know I’m done in for—bugs at the screen & lightning with the monsoon somewhere swung in behind the mountains still but coming, the rumble annunciation. At the intersection, I told myself go through downtown, I felt I should for my whole body unknowing, where we meet head on unknowing, & I wave to you & you do something with your body, whatever shock tightens or bereft, medicated so as to erase every memory you’ve had of hardness. Linnet the screen & the pincher, the neighbor’s son Gio figuring out man while manning the shovel. The last full day in the south LaRue entered the man high dog fennel for a rattler & came out empty handed, my thighs stuck to the seat of the truck waiting in wading boots hemmed snake. Morning pejorative but the afternoon levels as low tide I remember my feet there not long ago but I’m now on a different life now, one more softened as in a Sunday longing for nothing more than desert rain, Loretta Lynn Hymns, Thelonius Monk on the straightaway, bringing it home, brought beyond where I thought life would end, these newer parts, I dress as I would have ten years ago & lit candles to Mary.