Of course I see beauty swarming everywhere:
Behind every mask, the revelers, the gigglers, complainers, and bringers of homemade side dishes,
Behind those that never came.
(I’m trying to ask how to keep him from falling apart but the words fly out of my mouth to feed like gossip.)
Behind the oddly lonely voice on the phone (whom I did not think to invite),
But I must go spelunking alone into the bright show,
Must shine my own sulfur light on these strange beasts.
I don’t dare describe the teeming pool of eyeless angels
For fear I will crystallize them with the minerals of myself.