Cyclops
       

God said I am a cyclops
                in a full-moon voice

One day you will forget
                the way geese crease water

Every life is a renaming
                We were sailing as if we had

another hour to kill
                another hour to live

My name separate
                as a severed hand

I'll always go too far
                for a friendly face

a cup of coffee
                with a moon of milk

One lens of her glasses fogged
                above the mug and she

looked up one-eyed
                straight through me

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from Big Windows
Carnegie Mellon University Press
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