The body—god box—holds
the stuffing, blunt-winded plot,
until it doesn’t

          tissue of tiny details
soaking up gestures of wedding
parties, neurons, steering wheel,
sugar bowl, the solarium

The nectar ebbs from the design

an autopsy, the openings filled with liquids,
already locked out of the house, embarrassed

The river bank has been dented—
material ghost, the knees lock-kneed, knee-deep

What is left is fact and its antihistamine

Carry it to the river and drop it in. Watch it give in
like a vocabulary greased, the fish unlocked by their own

removable beauty

Echo the ocean of you when you (carrying the description)
are gone. So swam the surplus, blindingly bright, away