Why I Will Not Get Up in the Afternoon

My muscles unravel
like spools of ribbon:
there is not a shadow

of pain. I will pose
like this for the rest
of the afternoon,

for the remainder
of all noons. The rain
is making a valley

of my dim features.
I am in Tinos,
I am by the Eye.

It is summer,
I smell the rain,
I see myself running

through wheatgrass.
I am honey,
I am several winds.

My nerves dissolve,
my limbs wither –
I love you.

I love you.

(After James Tate)

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