1994
You can mix almost anything
With alcohol, sugar & lemon, branch &
Honey, cream & the cat that got it, sweat & the breath
Autonomic, the lungs as sponges, the flowers
That accompany the dead & cannot help
But push back up through the phantom soil to
Wild the surface again in time—light, & what it does
To us—too much & not enough, love, you
Can miss almost anything with alcohol, backyard
Solace & any hour the early morning has
On offer, my favorite ghost & her favorite cliché
Of making the front d