Ribs hold us open
and rainbows have nothing to do with floods.
As far as I’m concerned is as far as it goes.
We were nesting dolls and now our same hands
cup water, make rainboats (we’ll float!)
or rainbones—no one can break arms of rebar.
You say, ever you stay, like a refrain on the radio,
and then in heads, then in beds, in the ball of the heel.
You say, everyday, all the time, ever.
Everyday, all the time, ever.