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The lake has a provisional name. It has had other names. It’s possible those names were also in some way provisional, unless the lake has a name for itself. Facing it, it’s feasible to believe that the lake really does have a name, one it has given to itself and that it keeps. It keeps…

So you would rather be sleepy tomorrow, / says husband. Do not believe / it works that way

Smoothed for gripping is not for resisting what would / you resist: wood of which you are made you must be / inside of:

It’s taken me / almost a decade to admit it: I miss. I’ve missed / feeding all my thoughts through that revolving blade / so thin it could only be felt.

Let me be clear: I desire you / as a body desires a body. As a fern / / bends toward the window, night & day.

I set you children a lesson, Mary says. Our unknown is I am.

I mourn again my wrong belief / that evil can ignite the arrival of good