" The Price of a Muse
I write for
resurrection
to see bodies reassemble
and rise
I've tried to write my dog
off of the pavement
my first girlfriend back
into my arms
a love into more everlasting
than it was
my own soul
into being.
I know now the price
of a muse.
My writing
has not saved me.
It won't
save you.
But let me try
to raise us up. "
― , On the Eighth Day Adam Slept Alone: New Poems