If By You You Mean We
The apples are early this year, & the grass is late. The taxi is
Early & the past is late. The fist is late. The tooth—like the news
Of the tooth—broke both early & late. I’m telling you: this all
Really happened. I had a love I ripped through like it was bread.
I had bread & cheese, apples & sugar on my every plate.
A sugar rose on my every cake. A love like a water