THE THIN ROAD TO CAT STEPS

I'd attach my blood to a childhood ditch
spray prayers on the rocks there
and the blueberries
there'd still be a girl standing, somewhere
the hills of another neighborhood
calling back to the siphon
choruses torn down into snowlight
we're stalking our table future

an outdoor restaurant, the decorated face
of a cemetery, the last bench where my clothing sat
before the tunnel that pursues life
gulped its subway walls
moved light from society
in cuboid portions
to the dock we share in daybreak
partitioned and gleaming