I wake up to a sketch
of Diana & I’ve been told
it looks scary
good –
I have been told this
in confidence & does
the good come from
the sketch or
the way Diana has
only one eye & I’m just
noticing this
now
that I can speak Moon.
Well not speak, but write
& fluently –
now conjoin
me with ocean & let
me share
its stomach. I want
to learn the feel
of a full belly &
a belly
full of trompe
l’oeil because
all along Diana
never saw
sea, only
the next
best thing
only
the other half.