It is difficult to describe objects anymore. As soon as I begin to describe an object, I see a woman alone on the telephone and then I fall asleep. The woman is losing her hair. She stands in and out of the light that falls from a kitchen window, not thinking of anything. It is […]
The man can only find words / to help his wife; he is unaccomplished / in so many ways that are useful to the world. / And sometimes he can’t even do that, but here, maybe, are these words / that stand for his hopes for her, for them, for the boy, / and the […]
I hope you know you’re still lovely, with a tongue that can knot a maraschino cherry stem, then turn the world straight. Your wrinkled branches remain for you to dance in the wind. Remember, on your most ragdoll-of-days, you are holy. But why am I telling you this? Surely you know more now than I […]
I want to talk about everything except your agreement, here in my car where you’re taking up too much space. I want to look at your knees knocking my glove box as the branches of the Norwegian Maple vein the moon roof and think about what could have been if you had just kept your […]
Soon the Osprey will return, guide to lovers, heartsick— wing like the world’s one secret. Dive hard, do not resist: After winter, longest dark, you are the herring and its hawk.
Querida: if you have to choose, I’m telling you, take the cow and not the crate, though a crate might do, the way it frames emptiness, highest law of the universe, id est, whatever you fuck up vanishes, what you made right or never made at all. Me entiendes, my dove? This means: sugarcane, death […]