She Goes Outside

Added on by Steven Casale.

Today I feel a long poetry
goes deep
had told myself there would be
no more poems about poems

but I can see you all
pink-lit under a grayest sky
got so many feet there
don't you?

I know your breath is milk
and it strikes a new fire
says words women must say now
no men can cry like you

got some books in your ears
color all over you are
so much of it I barely need
to hear you sing I can

just grow it like that
leaves of our winter unfurled
got enough rain for that, don't we?
Tell me now tell me tell me

that story
about how we keep walking from here.