Poetry
Even one and one’s loneliness,the we of our cats or the we of
two horses in the autumn field,side to side, head to rump,
briefcases into the dinosaur, counterfactual jackals slavering centipedes in stone: that’s a fine spelunking! way to beak the ink face, gerrymander. to press always fibers between plate glass, a way to break snakeskin boots in!
Griselda waits. Child eater. Good wife.
The stories we are told as childrenleave mute tethers, limning the interiorof grey matter, the hollowed synapse.
clone keeps a diaryclone writes in codeclone taunts me
The book that caused me the most anguish […] the one I feel most tender toward.—William Faulkner, 1955
The moon alert in the sky,tomorrow like an arm
waving, I love to go outlate in the evening, stand beside
the huge barn, ricketyover its rusty machinery.
You wonder why I’m at the pianoin the middle of the morning when I should beworking, but last night my mother—yes,I know she’s long dead—last night my motherlurked again in the brooding forest of
My best friend’s grandmothersurvived the holocaust.Lived in a tiny roomoff of the kitchenate like a birdyet wanted to be near food.Others in the houseslept in huge bedrooms
I like the grey and woody wayNovember leaves a filigree of treesstripped and spareuntidy tatters at their feet Let it go
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