only the meadowlark stands in, a hypothesis for the fact we sinned
It is necessary to know an evolving bodily field, to know the movement of the body sideways and back…
All young women are deep in their hearts waiting for the death of old women.
A self-portrait from this era—one of her last—depicts a defiant Cahun…gripping a Nazi badge between clenched teeth, celebrating her release from a long captivity.
a flower which is sitting—in this moment, in this time—on the end-table
The slaughterhouse is halfway between the lake and the city, is there when the night falls, when this art hobby doesn’t cut it anymore.
if there is a country of black hills how can I crack open my sternum to show the engine inside
I do not succeed until I read my glowing palm.
The mash-up joint where Q-Tip
and his mixer slide rhymes
The secret of time is its tenderness, as the secret of another person’s body is its resemblance
to one’s own.
Go on Tuesdays and gamble just because. Start at two bucks a race. Make impossible bets.
Here’s something else I know about Grace: She would never tell.
I am/ In the bathwater, nobody’s epiphany,/ No wrinkled psalm.
without the fear of being pushed you stand on the slate painted yellow/screaming around the corner the train turns into a magnet and you a spoon/
the button of his choosing fitted with infinitesimal mouths poised to call back curtains of chrysalis and wing