Kevin Young

It never ends, the bruiseof being

Deep SongBelief is what buries us__hat& the belief in belief__o longerdo I trust liltlessness__eewardis the world'sway__o onplunge in__he lungs willlet us float.Joy is the mile-high ledgethe leap__ breathabove the lip of the abandonedquarry__eliefthe dark the deep.

How humid the heart, its messy rooms! We eat spicy food, sweat like wood and smolder like the coal mine that caught fire decades ago, yet still smokes more than my great-uncle who will not quit- or go out-

Like hot foodI love youlike warmbread & coldcuts, buttersammichesor, days later, afterThanksgivingwhen I wantwhatever's left