Remember the snowed-in highway, the saloon dressed up like a chalet, the auroral sunset falling minute by minute on that lonely desert town? And him watching me as I played dead in the snow— like a salt flat, the snow outside so bright even at dusk and midnight— until I opened my eyes and saw…
I hurt, my mother said over and over, and powerless to end her misery, we hurt in kind and never quite enough. I am sorry, I said. I say it still. I apologize for experience, aka the world, who could not be here today and sends her condolences. I am sorry, I say from a…
I am making a doll in the likeness of all that I am not. I know, I know. It is not possible. Wherever I go, I am where I was, as I am now, and everywhere I am not yet. One day I will join a mother, a father, the doll that was a cat…
I will tell you all about desire. One night, a man picked up his bag and walked. One night, my father picked up his bag and walked, His big brother became the story. My big brother once told a story, He ended up choking on a stroke of joy. If rightly stroked, would you choke…
THE CLUMSIEST I When I pulled the book down, only vaguely curious,it fell open to fighting bulls.People seemed glad when the bull was driven in.It has a pretty red breast, but because it comes in winterto the window to be fed?Nothing here looked like it might have already been falling apart.The woman was alive there,…
I cried in public again. Drive,I said to my beloved, drive. I can’thave people watch me cry. It’s bad enoughwatching people watch me touch fruit atthe grocery store. Prickly pear glaringacross the sweet heaps. It’s not my faultthe citrus is too soft. It’s not my faultyou blame me. But maybe no onewas watching me cry,…
Translated by Iain Galbraith |one’s still clatteringin the box, in safekeepinglike a child’s first tooth iand then it is struckin the thickest darkness: ah!here i am. or was.
Translated by Ming Di Five: Pedigree of watermelons No one mistakes a watermelon for a meteorite.The theory of watermelons vs. stars is completely irrelevant.But we cannot deny that the earth is a kind of star.Therefore, it’s implausible to deny that watermelons have thelineage of stars. Four: Watermelon, ancestral hometown We live outside the earth, obviously.Obvious, that…
Big Spring, Arrow Rock, MO The body records its absences. Water, you take waterinto it—as presence, as absence, deep into the archiveof water you throw your mask. Also, your other mask.We, being matter, are negotiated. I had not thoughtto be angry, as such. But rage flexes its majestic undoing,its sustaining negation. The reparations the body…
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