Harvest

I have grown                   older without            noticing


like turning                      now the inter-          section sleet

slick in shining                 darkness and             two people



trying to cross                  I’m suddenly            skidding

halfway through              the curve the            streetlight off
a power out-                    age across                 the village



and taste of blood            slippery now            and new

as a pearl cut                   out of its shell          placed here
salty on the meat            of my tongue            my tooth—