Come friend, I have an old story to tell you— Listen. Sit down beside me and listen. My face is red with sorrow and my breasts are made of straw.…
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I was wrapped in black fur and white fur and you undid me and then you placed me in gold light and then you crowned me, while snow fell outside…
Child, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, fisted like a snail, so small and strong at my…
All day we watched the gulls striking the top of the sky and riding the blown roller coaster. Up there godding the whole blue world and shrieking at a snip…
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wintgs on, testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn of the labyrinth. Think…
There will be mud on the carpet tonight and blood in the gravy as well. The wifebeater is out, the childbeater is out eating soil and drinking bullets from a…
I dance in circles holding the moth of the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering its skirts, its webs. The moth oozing a tear, or is it a drop of urine? The…
If I really am walking with ordinary habit past the same rest home on the same local street and see another waiting head at that upper front window, just as…
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live on the Boston Common on speed and saltines, pissing in…
For my Mother, born March 1902, died March 1959 and my Father, born February 1900, died June 1959 Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to…