"Lucky us" by Bob Hicok

Best is when one of us wakes and almostin a dream brings lips to the other, to the mostlytraditional places but so completely savedfrom thought, it's as if the night itselfis having sex with us or what swimmingupstream, joining the silver thrashmust be like, not that, of course, not anythingcan convey what anything else is, let aloneitself, I guess becoming this liquidfeels like stepping out of a desertinto being rain and not just rain but rainletting its hair downBob Hicok's new book, Elegy Owed, is due out soon from Copper Canyon.