Oh, you are gorgeous, yet you give yourselfto that cobless corn silk, that vegetablejuicer of a man. Why? Because you can,and your power flares exponentially,like a peacock’s train, when you do. You giveyour love not at your whim but at your will,just as God gave himself to Bethlehem,for no reason, as a god would, and likea peacock’s train your royal robes glow notfrom their own pigment but geometry:each plume a web of microscopic prisms.You are the I am who grants him your love,and he blooms as you groom him for your grove,staking him erect in his wire mesh cage. [End Page 536]
robert thomas’s latest book, Bridge, won the 2015 PEN Center USA Fiction Award. His first book, Door To Door, was selected by Yusef Komunyakaa for the Poets Out Loud Prize. He has received a poetry fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts.