to be that water
in the ocean
to be that house that
is a tiding to be that
welling of a water worth
and weaving as a jacket kept
and keeping as a sleeve
calling all the angels’ shares
to be that house
and be that tiding
cold and over linens made
to be that cup and be
that colding called
and colding in each shade
of Sunday and the slant light coiling
basement windows back to noon
you are the breath that’s
pocket tucked and lined
for sleep in each the habit’s
hammock sleeping here
the jasper noon and kept
Corinne Dekkers is a first year MFA candidate in the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University. She reads tarot cards and watches the creek in her spare time.
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