(August 2023. At the Umpqua Hot Springs, one of my favorite places in the world, with Emma. Sun goes down and we have the place to ourselves. Wrote this poem with my feet dangling in the hot water. I had just started getting into e.e. cummings; this can properly be seen as my first “cummings-pilled” poem, the first successful experiment with his style.)
The whole in the ground
The whole in the ground where the darkness comes
in is as weightless as flight and the fate of the light
sourcewarm mozzgreen fizz of bottlecap earth popped
(everything that dies is where joy is)
and cheers means thanks so i love your bodytouch
skinwhite pinkblood&me wondering at all the lucky
everything fingernails dirty with stardust clutching worlds
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 