Today I walked with two poets through a small forest.The bugs kept yelling questions. When I tried toanswer, they denied asking me the questions. The air isso wet here that it only knows how to touch my lipsassertively. The bugs are loudest behind me. Theysound like fractions of pain, like Agnes’s tree, which isvisible because…
And aren’t we all always jonesing for a way outor in, a better deal, a shorter distance to x, morey. Satisfaction is a shallow goal, counterfeit, butreassuring as a binky. Will Durant took creditfor the maxim I stole for my title, but he stole itfrom Aristotle. We steal a lot. In 7th grade my friendPam…
Translated by Ming Di My body is a dovecote. Doves howl in my gut,flapping. I want them all to go, even though they hang in the air, wireless, andwait for a certain soulto receive them. Then, I return to earth an empty self, empty dovecote.
After Lucie Brock-Broido Am the midnightzone, pelagic and unstudied. Am classical, the heart’s distracted secretary. Was unbaptizedand addicted to sparks. Am horny for self-awareness,a slut for emotional work, and am still unsolved. Was anonymous, even under my nightgown,even in your hands. Was nailed tight,like the seam of a velvet couch. Was muddied with the river’s…
Translated by Ming Di Mirrors in the elevator from all directions—shed light on those with ghosts in their hearts. A man and a woman lower their heads, admitting no guilt.There are two other people behind them defending them from the mirror.They seem to come from different cities, years. But here, in the elevator, they arriveat…
Blood on snow is the cardinal in the yard.The sudden deep freeze.A glittering.Listen!Here we are among the gloved leaves.No wings.Only the slow blades which break awayinto the snowmelt water.Between two junipers, a child blinksinto the glass of the moon.I do not dare disturb the water.I listen as she breathes, aware of nothingoutside the circle of…
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…
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