is turning me off. so i take a walk.plums fall from trees in protest& i can’t see the color greenanymore & just last night yojust last night god went SPLATon my window like a fluttery lickspittle & told me all love startsin a garden. what am i supposed to dowith that? another friend goes. goneenough….
As if I carried a palace of glassAnd crept up slowly with it in my hand To slip over your sleepingBody your innocence adhering To the wall as you tripped insideNot unlike the way you once arrived Within my icebox among maroon leavesOf radicchio and voluptuous beets I slept nights with you beside meYou neither…
Gravity is the weakest forceBut it can bring a body down An adjunct professor on concrete outside of a churchA hood entrepreneur on concrete outside a three-story walk upA schizophrenic son on concrete outside of his mother’s apartmentA recent high school grad on a bathroom floorA biking single mother and an eighteen-wheelerA college student and…
The horses starved then came back as snow, dementia, fire, rings in the trees swaddling frost. For a year, sparse meals & our child in mud. This morning I worried about money, the life we’ve made & the future. How long it would take to dig out the car. I left my job for visions…
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.
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