The Body Distances (A Hundred Blackbirds Rising)

Let no lip, shoulder, hip, go untasted tonight. Let no one be unscathed. 
And as you close the door & fold yourself in sleep against another

look for a moment at the empty stretch of dark between heaven
& earth: someone is missing from the world . . . 

The Body Distances is filled with long, limber, nimble poems at once ecstatic and elegiac. These poems are odes to the miraculous embedded in the everyday, in which “the unlikely continues / to dovetail with the present.”