Faucet 1



See, breathe:  say love, say life, let hold this utility

taken for granted

our cement and chlorophyll body we give as the work

so much depends


this our water worth much more than

wine—we are surface-simple—under our sidewalks moves the choreography

of our necessary yeses—the water giving itself to gravity and pipe like roots

of smaller and smaller diameters

as we rush into the city

and above us the catacombs of air, without which we could not out wait

the sun-

light’s eight minute and nineteen second journey for us to see it by.

faucet 2


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