At the party the body of the young
man makes me look
I look
The lean uninflected flesh of the belly
This casual skin
Men looked
Now I look
The boy dives in the water,
then otters back, smiling at me
He doesn’t know that bodies
can empty like jars
He doesn’t know that I am
pine-harrowed, incomplete
Doesn’t know that I taste of quinine
and dandelion greens