Movements Giving Off Light
April 10, 2018Drops of water stretch and hold in the sunlight: the small icicle sways from the eaves in the thaw. I see it fall because I have come to the window at this moment.
Drops of water stretch and hold in the sunlight: the small icicle sways from the eaves in the thaw. I see it fall because I have come to the window at this moment.
She’s not Abraham’s Sara, who laughs and talks to angels as if the state of her womb
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The invisible woman is angry. Boy is she mad. She took her books to the library last night and last night she burned the library down.
Beautiful naked women turn up all over, in California they hide behind redwoods, in Paris they picnic on the grass. My doctor sends me a postcard of a plump nude
To escape from pursuers I flee to the car, gun the gas down the highway. They’re on my tail.
The songs mutate like a virus in my blood: “I Am a Child of God,” “Firm As the Mountains
They hatched today. Last night when I peeked among the apples they were eggs, four, end to end among twigs and scraps and a twitch
Even now in the stony courtyard under withered vines the characters