I stood in a hallway outside a hotel room. It was my hotel room. Ahead of me, at the end of the hallway, I could see into a bathroom that had a glass wall. There was a cubicle in there made of arsenic-green metal, like in a locker room or high school hallway. It housed,…
From Of Breaking Glass To think of you at your lowest point in the lowest point of the Western Hemisphere. Badwater: metabolize this. Walk through salt. Wallblood. Sandhour. Brother: nobody can harm you anymore. Miocenic insignia. Glass inside clavicles of rock. Quartz breath of oxygen. Agora- phobia, the limping brother, heal with salt. Unsuffer a…
I spent the last year avoiding peoplewho announce the forms they write in.My life calmed. Became less try-hard. Son, I want that for you—A careful economyof sound decisions
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Translated by Carolyn Forché This is the sign for “human”and this is the sign for “god.”This is the thought that life actuallylies outside the one who lives it—yes,that life would continue even if we did notdo so, as if it werea large tenement where some movein and others move out. I’m walkingthrough the rooms on…
Translated by Carolyn Forché The curtain moved gently,dawn spilled milk over the city.I never saw you again like that.
On the second day, light; on the third, water,then the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, etcetera,until you come to the lesson-centered dayyou see the Milky Way as the downy drink of morning. You’re ever aware of the sharedterror of the shy kids souring the airin the classroom. The globe spins dailyas you climb out of your…
Paragraph means “to write beside.” I sit beside myself, writing. I sit beside my brother’s lungs, listening to the hissing oxygen tank he also sits beside, transcribing his story of breath: scraping, wet, sticky, low. I write beside his slow strangling, struggling to inhale even when he is sitting still. Even when he runs out…
For Christian You know it hadn’t a drop to do with loveexcept that if I showed you howsalt boiled on each winding stairback into that Baudelaireancellar eaved in velvet,your ear might love mine more for it. Surely I’d gone partly madbut can it have been madness if it yieldeda sound like a fruit spasming its…
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