So this is the devil’s dance? Well I was born to dance.
—Frank O’Hara
I dove into the river
from the puzzle table:
the table upon which
me, my mother, and
my sister put together
a 5,000-piece puzzle.
It’s around Christmas,
2010. This was the
last time I was home,
the last time I was with
my family in Arkansas,
the state in which I was
born. The state in which
I became an adult.
