Have you tried
rose hydrosol? Smokey quartz
in a steel bottle
of glacial water? Tincture
drawn from the stamens
of daylilies grown
on the western sides
of two-story homes?
Pancreas of toad?
Deodorant paste?
Have you removed
your metal fillings? Made peace
with your mother? With all
the mothers you can? Or tried
car exhaust? Holding your face
to the steaming kettle?
Primal screamed into
a down-alternative pillow
in a wood while tree-bathing?
Have you finally stopped
shoulding all over yourself?
Has your copay increased?
Right hip stiffened?
Has the shore risen
as you closed up the shop?
And have you put your weight
behind its glass door to keep
the ocean out? All of it?
Rang the singing bowl
next to the sloping toilet?
Mainlined lithium?
Colored in another mandala?
Have you looked
yourself in the mirror
and found the blessed halo
of a ring light in each iris?
Have you been content enough
being this content? Whose
shop was it?
Solmaz Sharif, Customs (Graywolf Press, 2022)
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