"The Below Mind".
"Night apples smack the tin roof shed.
Memory, flimsy animal, unsensible.
Yet there is nothing to disrupt you.
Well, we go about exposed and in water or mirrors or mirrors
water, some slight of another hand.
Since it lies on the outside, a perfect likeness
of your secret.
Freckled shoulders, blue bandanna, he pushes laughter,
a wheelbarrow of mad zucchini.
This happened until it hasn't happened yet."