Toweather:an anger happens outside

outside.In the photograph the baby balances

on my palm, looks down while I look up.

Rich in the blister-set, we cantor and pawn.

That passes.This is passing.The division gift,

the don’t know, don’t know, a dam vast

and throating union song.I say cudgel-face,

a funny way of showing,my own bullshit

gleam and rattle.