ALT AN EXPLANATION How can I say I live where you live. I’m brought down from the sky. I’m intimate with the air that sweeps over the other terrestrial faces. We’re all eating the same chance to be forgotten, midges we’ll never swat. I float down to you where the oxygen streams, we get in the bed, we’re animals behaving . . . I don’t know how long the other life took. The tadpole, everyone’s child, loses its tail and the head bulges out of the water and the eyes say I’m not afraid to die. I want to go home.