Two Poems
Stream
we got our names from
the river’s mouth: the field
is only open / in a clam
is the rest of honey
that lathers in
light—the sun
has stopped
entering
lakes
for fear of father
hood & eating
the broken beams
in a mooneye, we
face flames
& begin
to peal
They call me a catfish
i hope you feel
like you do / like Hawaii
like a walk around
three good girls
eating apples for
the first laboratory
—she caught
her voice
behind
the suicide
note
yellow
like yolk