divers
BY DOUG PAUL CASE
Have you ever swallowed moonshine
Have you written out your desires
A man so handsome you don’t care what’s under his jeans
To be birdboned in a windstorm
Sometimes this is enough to exhaust yourself
Or thinking about the lake when you haven’t been in years
Granddad told me once it was God’s sycamore there on the shore
Always thought it belonged to the boys jumping from it
Nothing on but their jocks and their hoots in the sky
I swear you could see the sun cutting through them
How long have we ached for this
A belly fire and every light on your face
Knock me over Lord there’s no way to be readier
