The walls inside the city buildings curve, glass and plaster bending inthigh-shape, or breast-shape, a comfort to patients in RECEPTION,waiting to have their griefs or gallbladders removed, tumors andproud flesh pulled from the body, snipped off by the healer who has no sodden breast to offer in return, no nutriment, butonly a body that seeks…
It’s just like the tongue, isn’t it, to fold you up into a tiny origami swan whose angled wings splay and whose jutted neck and beak point out over some expanse of water a tugboat hauling the mammoth frigate upstream the reckless kayaker tickling an eddy the currents changing temperature beneath your feet as you…
Sidewalk vendors look askance when I ask Am I headed East or West? I could tell them I navigate by the sky’s color but it wrong-foots me time and again. What sky? they say, looking up. The one that cracked wide one bright September, while we were looking away, the one that enchanted Portuguese cartographers,…
Translated by Jennifer Grotz and Piotr Sommer Verily it is the Applethat wants to be eatenApple of sweet ignoranceof good and evila dappled, appley, appletonsqueezed inside itselflike a fistreeling until hurt by its own seeds Around its own impatienceit quickly revolves to eveso that she might haveall the blushing all at once And sayeth the…
She says, Your English is great! How long have you been in our country? I say, Suck on a mango, bitch, since that’s all you think I eat anyway. Mangoes are what model minorities like me know nothing about, right? Doesn’t a mango just win spelling bees and kiss white boys? Isn’t a mango a…
The Cray Revisitation Lord she’s gone done left me been confiscated / up and split upand I with no laws to make hercome back and everywhere the handmade helms are jadebright manifesto white crystal disinfo glistensBatman Gabby Giffords Sandy Hook and Charleston droveMz Firearms away made her take her Rights and her Amen…
loved the Mobius, and the sky’s big suggestion of a universe, and now and then would imagine a heaven as if it were his to construct and manage, death just a pause before the real work would begin. In truth, and in his…
Is it difficult to get away from it all once you’ve had a child? I am swaying in the galley—working to appease this infant who is not fussing but will be fussing if I don’t move— when a black steward enters the cramped space …
The sun may be bright but it is not clear To me why I feel as I do, feeling my way Along the shadowy sidewalks that show No traces of the footprints that should Have worn the concrete down to earth, No hard evidence of the lives of my friends Or scrap of fabric upon…
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