From Vermeer’s Light: Poems 1996—26, published by Talonbooks in 27.

She carries my chair,she carries my walker,she carries my commode,she drops my heart   so hard it breaks into a hundred pieces and they all follow her,in love like Jupiter in orbit. She hands me my crutches. I carrymy soul to her and say here, that’s all I got to say.Now, at last, she says,   you have a good  attitude.