Read by the author.

 

A prerequisite is all of it everywhere
Daffodils and a smell like hamsters
And it pulsing and pulsing
From out of the elevator

They’ll play the music later
But right now it’s quiet
It just keeps pouring and pouring
There’s no real sound it makes

Except from like a faucet
That strange sound of too much of it
The way that kisses escape you
When you see something you love

Or the way these poems found me
All of it, everywhere
I am pouring something out of me
With every step that I take

No one is surprised by any of this
Least of which all of this
It’s all just falling everywhere
And then, somehow, it’s done