More important than having
been born is your city
the scale upon which your
heart when you die will
be weighed
Alice Notley
iff
there no more penicillin
“you don’t believe that yourself”
More
i dream
solely
of acetylene
“is that uncomfortable?
world’s uncomfortable”
showing me the handsome
role of the ridiculous—
fear gurgles self satisfaction:
our den: separation
place-setting
who else missing?
she stumble-wish strong crosslegged
on a moldy rug
unswept oblivion
illicit liberties
waiting to be severed
from despair
§
Amass the lovely the lost the least
thermophiles
packed the Quarter
past grandmother Decatur’s long hair
reminds us of a neglected time machine
boiled leather to flat screens
show you our new car
“Baby, I don’t have any clothes
“It’s okay, I don’t have a stomach”
§
leave please
Anyways our home
don’t long entanglement
the dud ultimatums taste like old tomatoes
exploded
when handled
brackish, vaporized
remains
trial and burial
several disappearing skins
draped the Tree of Life’s limbs
letter tacked to trunk reads:
dear America,
Love,
who
you know
i write your name in disbelief.
§
Mess
O
Pot
Amia
open mud huts
grooming hairs
scratching bites
broken tools packed
on dirt paths
animals curtwail when I say
so much time corresponds it
to nothing suitcase nagbu
mortars of fruit fermenting wish it was you lured like the doe
savoring a deer lick
§
Sati sequins on Audubon’s grass
incorporating
words fresh kudzu electricity for a sec
snow makes sense
3 moonlit summers
assure the exhausting
breath of the Mississippi
will not extinguish—
distant extant:
a nother appears
“Hey Come here
I am here”
