I think actually just one more from "The Renunciations,"
and then some new work.
"The moon rose over the bay.
I had a lot of feelings."
Sorry, I just really like the title.
I don't know if you all have this thing where you've like
been inside the house for so long.
It's like being out in public is like weird.
I'm just like, wait, how do I do this?
"The moon rose over the bay.
I had a lot of feelings.
The home I've been making inside myself started with a razing.
A brush clearing.
The thorn and nettle.
The blackberry bush falling under the bush hog.
Then I rested.
A cycle fallow, said winter.
Said the ground is too cold to break, pony.
Said I almost set fire to it all.
Lit a match.
Watched it ghost in the wind.
Came the thaw.
Came the melting snow pack.
The flooded river.
New groundwater.
The well risen.
I stood in the mud field and called it a pasture.
Stood with a needle in my mouth, and called it a song.
Everything rushed past my small ears.
Were in the leaves.
Were in the wing and the wood.
About time to get a hammer, I thought.
About time to get a nail and saw."