Just then some light fell back behind
the sky & the newer souls swam
in the afterwards-flotation & sent to live
in the old dormitories—drawn in chalk
like the town dream-diagramed on the floor
in von Trier’s Dogville. The after-shape of people
doesn’t have a name for the after-shape of people.
The first time I looked at love I said to him
of the summer heart & every brightness
on the nightlake: Swim closer. I want to show
you something that doesn’t have a name.
Yes. Just, yes.
yes, all of it gorgeous