light      smoke      how to dance

disco ball blocked by bodies

the sun eclipsed by moons

men growing like trees

in this club we leap

we do not look

yet look at me now Grandma

whatever I’m drinking it’s right

now I don’t care what Buju said

or the poet who called me buller

let our republic spread

above clouds—a dance-floor

of dreams

                      leap

like that time at your house Grandma

when walls disappeared

and he called me into the night

called me through the night

all through the gentle night

call, called to light—this sapwood

this heartwood no nails only bone

empty core mystery   bark crackling

there is human flesh in me

                      in forest we

run deep

until trees no longer have meaning

Hurry up. Rain is coming. Let’s go.

there is a dance better than geography

he is a poem yet to be danced

Lay with me he says after the club

Grandma I’m not sick

I am love

no one tells you

there is no time without man

there is only bliss

we don’t need potions to fly

when we have this