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The Bodyexpand_moreYou’d probably prefer to sneak back into me very still, swollen.
I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.
By the kitchen sink, my aunt held a fish as if holding the Holy Body.
The dugout boats kissing the shoreline have ferried us into open markets. Girl, you call me in time, where this too can be forgotten. The hands that made them asking for more things in dim light.
I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.
i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.
Time is a hearse and horse, a carrot and stick, a window and widow.
Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.
He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.
There was only the gulf of our steps, our breathing brittle as string.
In hushed awe they talk of things to come, a golden time of flowering.
If every present
is possible, how can we have eyes to see?
The pupils are toothpicks. The lake is a sky with a circle beneath.
Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.
Everything hung in perfect balance. Light and dark, heaven and hell.
I slipped one sparrow black and shivering into my mouth.
Maybe he was preparing for a disaster that would never happen.
he has come to write like nervous wasps in my mind like a grocery list.
When he bent close to her, his balaclava glowed silvery in the dying sunlight.
I must tell you what it is like to be human, or you will drift away.
I let you pull my hair, throw me to the rocks, disarrange me.
Lunatics call it annihilation . . . Think of it as not doing a thing
I build our life together as I want it to be.
Imagine octopus, and keep the talk going through the chew.
A child no bigger than small change calls from her window j’ai faim.
I’ve taken the pledge and made donations of blood to the world.
Soon everything here will be sopped up by time. Only art will last.
What do you offer someone who has lost half of her beginning?
Regarding the affairs of our Father, your demon is Ennui.
The mechanism and its crank pull us forever closer, you and I.
