True, It’s Not What You Think

Each oaken drawer
each cloven, shaggy hoof
each soft exploration
of the palm

Goat beard
and dove’s blood ink
patchouli and pepper
cross my palm
Dust to dust

One spiky needle
one vial of reagent
raffia idols
dracaena resin incense
Candles shaped like gods—

They’ve made it
just like home here
breathable atmosphere
and just the right tincture
of gravity

—Denise Dumars