I have written so many poems, you said,
and she laughed. But she’s not unkind.
Category Archive: Issue One
in diamond light
and us fogging want
over cobbles
when I was deadly in love with you for three unforgettable winter days
the dancing
guffaws at the flawed laws of gravity
Saved women usually keep ghosts,
some knowledge soft in the bones.
The deepest of the ocean is the night
a darkness bit only by an angler’s
pin prick to hide its own strange
Best city
in the world to try out living poor.
I’m not finished
but for this wall of world
waiting to yield.
you check your scansion & discover
you don’t care
molecules of vase and vesicle,
their neurons made simple
Dreams are like silence we scoop with forgotten ears
The skinny legs of an awkward girl
bring you to tears
Down cobbled streets—
atwist past bookshops
crowded with old prophecies
I imagine myself
alive and in communion
with all of the various people
utterly incommensurable arithmetics