The fishbone in my throat
You and I on a mound
Soil frozen on a rock near the forest
You near the pine cones
I rooted
Remember how they waited by the waters
Eyes on every leaf
But for a breathlong moment
They all rested on my neck
Funneling all the light of the sun
The bone was thin, diagonal
Nobody knows about blood falling inside
I think you knew about mine
My interrupted swallows
How we all watched the gold thickening
Again, everyone glanced at me ripple by ripple
When I wanted to eat the moon, you unhinged my jaw
My lips returned the bone to the fish in the red river
