Yesterday, jackrabbit belly was not a color. Today I hold a paint strip to the wall, and it’s true: this is the exact shade of a rabbit’s soft fur, of the sepia robe of St. Francis, whose followers swirled like birds, or were birds, St. Francis being one willing to trade like for like. An…
Two women are walking on the ocean floor I’m the one in front, holding an oxygen mask then passing it back to my mother We take turns She breathes I breathe She breathes I breathe We can’t talk we just keep walking and breathing and sometime towards morning I notice she’s gone A bit of…
Throw scissors at it. Fill it with straw and set it on fire, or set it off for the colonies with only some books and dinner- plates and a stuffed bear named Friend Bear for me to lose in New Jersey. Did I say me? Things have been getting less and less hypothetical since I…
every day someone finds what they need in someone else you tear into a body and come out with a fistful of the exact feathers you were looking for wondering why anyone would want to swallow so many perfect feathers everyone looks uglier naked or at least I do my pillar of fuzz my damp…
The other night at a party in Westlake Hills, just outside of Austin, I stepped outside to get some air and found a group of my old friends sitting around a fire pit in the backyard, smoking cigarettes. It was a strange sight, not only because I hadn’t seen most of these people in several…
Pull hair from your head: He loves me. Pull nails from your fingers, from your feet, like pulling teeth. Pull teeth. He always could make you scream. Your navel, neck: once whiskey-licked, now ghost-towned. Cast them off. He loves me not. Drag your legs around & beg: Remember me. But this dissembling is your own…
I am afraid & so I run. If I wave a white flag, he’ll kill me, If I fight, I’ll die, I run Falling inside every stride. Where is the hero? Where Is my swift horse? Achilles is a tiger, a tank, a raging fire, Every fear I ever had In one. I run. The…
Sometime late late last night, after polishing off Two bottles of Millésime 2004 to mark our 25 wedding anniversary And consequently finding ourselves dazed in bed Face to face eyelids drooping with both reading lamps blazing, Almost but not quite unconscious yet, I wanted to exclaim as I once did Something seriously corny, like You…
Four a.m., nothing moving, no hurry, dawn still has time to be choosy selecting its pinks. But now a breeze brushes across me—the way my skin is cooled off by the evaporation of sweat, this artistry, this system sombers me: when I am blown from the body of life will it be refreshed? I dread…
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