Everything in the Universe
Firefly fossil, / entombed in sap stone, light gobbled by a centuries-old setting / of trapped-air pearls
Creeks of the Upper South
There are things we don't talk about —bodies / and what they do sliding toward each other, greasy as candle wicks, the stink of mine drainage in the North Chickamauga...
What it means to have a woman's body, / Virginia Leabus tells her daughter, "is to stand at the mouth of the cave / and be the cave. Bats flying out of it like hearts."