when you hear a giggle
downstairs, you know i’ve gone.
/
a woman wearing no
shirt is being lead
like a child to bed
and hoping to be sick.
/
the occasional blast
from the...
“Chaconne”
i’m thin (dry) ascrickets onland i movetoo slow ifat all and sing whileair carries sparksof fire. in water(i’m wet) i movetoo fast if atall and sing,so thin...
“The Snail Painter”
my back yard is small and full of snails. and angry hummingbirds. there is a family of sparrows, too. i usually type/write out here. the children in an...
In the ground is the devil of dirt rock bones coal and grandma black space and gravity burned into a flowing time of hot hot heaven; the groove of time in a slow bounce in every...
you write onyour handwith a pen (though there’s paper)i write onyour jeanswith a pen (though there’s paper)you draw onmy notebook coverwith a pen (though there’s paper)i write...
petal to
scrape from wet earth
-could we begin to speak slower- for fear of ratting-
an upturned face- my way- yay- your way- keep
your fingers clean- pointed- feint-
sorry- i...
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