From the forthcoming book I Long to Know: Collected Works of Catherine Murray

You and I are on a ferry that is called

familiarity, or love, which is to say

we know each other’s songs if not their source.

Your mind dances before me in heavy clothes.

The lights dim.  Or do the lights rise?

The boat yawns and moves to its destination:

stamp on envelopes, collars on dogs,

a bone in the soup.  There is no discovery —

simply a corner to meet on.

“That’s life.”