Love turns accident into gold
over time, with the kind
of concentrated responsiveness of
a physical therapist or a baseball
coach—does that hurt, hold the bat
here, like this—and there’s no
substitute for this tender
guidance, no way to go to sleep
and wake to a solved world
from the back of the book; when
you turn there, you’ll find
a long index of first lines, like
a batting order your broken foot
let you dodge to study alchemy.