Herbs, garlic, cheese, please let me in! Souffles, salad, Parker House rolls, please let me in! Cook Helen, why are you so cross, why is your kitchen verboten? Couldn’t you…
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There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night before there they were playing the banjo. Once more the…
Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old grandfather. Sing me a foot and a doorknob, for you…
Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an empty Coca-Cola can against his starving bloated stomac, I know…
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come out of the sky like rain. Frogs arrive With an…
We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like cauliflowers. The bomb opens like a shoebox. And the child?…
From the hodge porridge of their country lust, their local life in Illinois, where all their acres look like a sprouting broom factory, they name just en years now that…
They come on to my clean sheet of paper and leave a Rorschach blot. They do not do this to be mean, they do it to give me a sign…
My dear, it was a moment to clutch for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing is the act of love, I think, even in the…
And I solemnly swear on the chill of secrecy that I know you not, this room never, the swollen dress I wear, nor the anonymous spoons that free me, nor…