Sterling

there is no echo in my garden

even i have said the words before

i know the wind

/

i bit into something that should

never have grown here

/

even i have told the lies before

(i know you try to shower with

your sterling on)

/

a bitter california

hard and unbearably orange

asked me to wish her luck

but even I have tried to stop the wind

from blowing there

/

i’ll fly over her in a plane

and try to guess which fleck of light is yours

i’ll gawk at every tunnel you pass holding hands

/

for all the plans i never understood

i sign my own name illegibly upon

your sternum

as you go

/

even i have held the mirrors up

to sing at them of my no longer

dwindling resources

/

even i have forced them

to look at me still