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your way of avoiding meis just as good as mine— one stone fence, one lastlittle field—i won’t bother anyone here if you won’t—but we ruined Saturday, agreeing to just amblein the rain when really the important strangersbeckoned us because they needed bothof us at once— strangers can bring exquisitepressure to a meeting— you turn to…
The lonely, young, blond woman in a big gray coatsits by one, small, open window all morning. The lonely, young, gray-coated womancan stay there all day. The coat cannot be gray before big.The window must be small before it is open. If the woman is lonely, she is usually lonelybefore any other word. The woman…
The neighbor’s pit-bull,who seemed determined to sniff outthe origin of the sky, disappeared months ago. What luxury. I dreamt of him last night.This time, in a field of blue delphiniums,he stepped toward mebefore vanishing as one vanisheswhen you knew them well a long time ago. On mornings like this,I let myself imagine it is himwho…
Just for once, I want to witnessthe going away. I want to catch the moment,cup it in my hands, and see it blink and glow.But in this dream, the Valley Line shrieksfrom Grand Central hours before I arrive. OrI reach Port Canaveral after the Boatswain’sfinal call. I’m alone on the pier,waving goodbye, waving come back,waving…
What we have made is flyover country. Gulch of drip-coffee pleasance, my beige blanket’s deafening softness keeping the edges blurred. No glint. Viewed from above the fields stitch together. Belief in the human quilt.Belief in turning away from the needle’s sharp point, belief that the gauntlet valleyed by rage and time is a safe space worth…
Can I leave now?is all a teenage client monotones again and again in our first session together. I can only helpif you talk to me is what I’m supposed to say to him.Last night I played solitaire and didn’t cheat, stacked my red cards,stacked my black, as my husband read about the president. We went…
Young, therefore vain & wingless, he letshis father tie a blue thread around his chest.It is before the famous tragedy, the fall. Beforethe imminent sea. The coast still composedin subdued hues & regimented patterns.The abstraction of waves has yet to be mutilatedby a scream. Human position yet to be tested.He, at his prime, Anthony Van…
The cattle dog sniffs around for something to chew& I get it, I do, the small snuffbox, the paper matchessulfuring inside my belly, reaching out for whateverwet thing will not burn nevertheless must burn.One morning, buds on the branches as bloodlings &another morning green, verdant fucking green swooshingin the wind, as if never a cliff…
The Japanese maple has lefther red-handed prints all over town—guilty of fall and of falling. Even Eve in her fig leaveswas not arrayed as one of these—as fallen woman, lady in red with each painted finger as pointedas a scarlet letter A. Everyone’salways looking for the luminous, the luminol, the killing and the kindling,the exit…
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