And it is hollows I have loved,
stroking my thumb
along curves of collapse,
the smooth stroke of lack
so why resist becoming
a void myself
shell sucked dry of meat,
artichoke leaf, tooth-scraped
thistle or bivalve, I
_
4/15/11
4/5/11
Take Out
He taught me
how to be cold
and I have learned
why there were
so many empty cartons
of Haagen-Dazs ice cream
under my mother’s bed.
Bad loam
runs in streaks.
I have checked in
and checked out
and am waiting now only
to carry on.
To be told when.
To go.
_
how to be cold
and I have learned
why there were
so many empty cartons
of Haagen-Dazs ice cream
under my mother’s bed.
Bad loam
runs in streaks.
I have checked in
and checked out
and am waiting now only
to carry on.
To be told when.
To go.
_
4/2/11
Style
Raymond Queneau
told one story
99 ways
as a sort of exercise
but that’s all I’m doing
over and over
rewriting the story
of us
and everything changes
except me clinging
to the concept of narrative
as some sort of shield
_
told one story
99 ways
as a sort of exercise
but that’s all I’m doing
over and over
rewriting the story
of us
and everything changes
except me clinging
to the concept of narrative
as some sort of shield
_
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