Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems, 1965-2003

How have I hurt you?

We went ahead anyway drinking down the will of the event On the eighth floor something fell alive inside the old street wall next to the bed I heard it fall and fall Occurrence of White First thriving, then failing to thrive: no never thriving, from the beginning, the ghost freighter out of Fall River, ghost railroad car out of Chicago, raked my skin and your skin in white silence. How have I hurt you? How have I hurt you? You saw me. I dream I am you full of fear and dread with me in your arms :my cloth love holding your breath new poems 15 How have I hurt you You saw me I didn’t see you Do flies remember us Do flies remember us We don’t them we say “fly” say “woman” “man” you gone through my hands me through your hands our footprints feeling over us thirstily You drew my head You drew my head the back of my head my neck stem 16 door in the mountain ...