Those cracks below the surface in the fatherland of fissures, they belong to me. Like a shaker dancing off blemishes of being, you’re my whirling state of praise for shock-receiving…
drink me, he said, and I will show you the wild in your heart and the gold of his hair and his eyes led me to the hill where the…
They say that it will hurt and I want it to. Give me a kind of pain I can hunger for and fathom, pain that folds itself and fits neatly…
When we did the play at school, I was the house Or the walls that kept the cold out. Or the door that let the fussy girl in. She was…
We visit rooms that look just like rooms of houses from long ago. Eating candied orange peel and ginger on porcelain blue plates, we talk about time. It is preserved…
Oh sisters dear, no more the stars, No more the soft grass underfoot. United then, we’d slip out from our window, Step down into cool night worlds. A dozen girls…
Lying behind mehis breath in mine. Childhoodof old age. The Ticuna are burning a bluegreysmoke in terraced paths for spear-nosed bats.Trees walking like human-walking. Shellsin leaf litter, leopards roar in…
In my dreams, wolves talk to me, as they turn into other wolves. Before my eyes, they slip their skin off, change form. There is always one who becomes my…
I will tell you this: if you want to grow something evil,the soil is just as important as the seed. My father knewthis. He fertilized his study with fossils and…
I drew your shadow from a drawercrinkling with crumble-orange roses and first condoms.Prom dress beads scattered. We could not summon each other. My wide window is too high for you…
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