To a New Sex

Somewhere out of antiquity someone work with me.

When transferring a thought, the connectors and clauses

recede: you get it. I got it — 

The rest of the language, beauty and play

I am your master, the thought says — 

       I disagree

I’m thinking about the church where we

held my brother’s funeral. He says, I was there:

it hurt me; you cried too much; I don’t mind

later. I just want to be with you, the thought says

You mean thee thought or his thought?

The rocks are like stars, gully full of stars.

If I go with anyone anywhere, if they’d

think sweetly to me. No one hears. Relax your shoulders.

I’m singing to you over and over “to a new sex.”

Sometimes it seems like there’s a lizard for each rock

necklaces of lives,

of minds. Thoughts. Anywhere. Enter my head

if you wish. No ends or purposes

Prevailed fortunes. I have a destiny. My death

will not complete it.