after Joy Harjo The verb has a long history of violence: to takeis to grab, seize or capture, esp. by force; noteits hard k set against the long vowel, a sign ofintent, this cave of sound. He took her by the throat and shook her is one in a proliferationof examples. To enter into possession…
Oak branches shuffling slow amends in the sorry wind, as if trying to pushA large gift into your arms. Step back into your dusty boots, love, left & Right then, creased like fruits gone to rot. Filling up an outline of myself,Is all. You’re the reason here they call a mouth a trap. Everybody’s safest…
it starts in rage not anger or rancor or a bitch corneredwhose fear-fuelled snarl turns fit nor the politesse of somepale Ramon screaming no more of a jonesing more veins stretched as pig gutover sphincter mince more a thumbnail that breaks theskin to pull a strip or length of rind to find neither plasma nor…
when the sun un-sets, and vanilla wakefulness is stillsomewhat subservient to sleep’s dirty kingdom? Well there I was, inside some sixteenth-century Paduaand I watched agog as pretty maids in period underclothes scamperedlaughing down a palace’s back stairs; and on those stairs, wedged pressed against a wallbetween the ceiling and the floor, there stood but one…
that once cool and heavy egg that wouldone day have hatched a clever goose of gold. I cooked it in a pan until it smelted from a hardinto a runny yolk, and then I promptly drank the molten yellow,gulped it down and felt it start to burn away my tongue and gums and teeth whose…
The deer has the eyes of a deer in headlights.I must have them too, sitting in the car, driving.The deer came out of nowhere. It is magic.It’s the kind of magic you wish wouldn’t happen.The deer must be thinking the same about me.The road came out of nowhere, this man and his car.How do these…
as though the ocean swept it away like a sand dune.If I pretend there was no restaurant then I neversaw your glossy eyes, where the old manwho’d sit at the counter each daysaid I can tell he’s a pervert. Just look at his eyes.But if there was no restaurant then there was no old manand…
It was as if I were trying to climb into its eyesor mouth, the animal that inhabited me,as if I could take myself by surprise and thereby rid myself of the thing that bothered me.My zoo was open. It was supplied with creaturesthat might be exhibited without an entrance fee or license because I had…
I don’t know what to do with beauty, with the curledlip, with the delicate bones and the cocked wrist,with that sudden sense of being hurled into a place I have no right to be, as if to existon such ground might be forbidden, allowedonly a glimpse, then what to do with it? We have missed…
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