Lines from

Susan’s Sable Island notebook:

Garnet, zirconium, magnesium
Argue the ownership of bones.
Great life, great death
You hold the scalpel.
Beneath my bed there are storm petrels
In my bed there's sand
I catch a nuthatch indoors      

          —how do we know to look into

              each other's eyes?
I release a nuthatch.

Pilgrim,
You're home.

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