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