The Sand Speaks
I’m fluid and omnivorous, the casual
kiss. I’ll knock up your oysters.
I’ll eat your diamonds. I’m a mutt, no
one thing at all, just the size that counts
and if you’re animal small enough, come;
if you’re vegetable small enough, come;
if you’re mineral small enough, come.
Mothers, brush me from the hands
of your children. Lovers, shake me
from the cuffs of your pants. Draw
a line, make it my mouth: I’ll name
your country. I’m a Yes man at heart.
Let’s play Hide and Go Drown. Let’s play
Pearls for His Eyes. When the men fall
I like the way their arms touch, their legs
touch. There are always more men, men
who bring bags big enough to hold
each other. A man who kneels down
with a smaller bag, cups and pours, cups
and pours, as if I could prove anything.
“The Sand Speaks” is from I Was the Jukebox (W.W. Norton, 2010).