he the date might rest its dirt but pick — mistake before
another 30 years the bad of us a promise or so, they say failure is but our mothers’ fought eating
serpent of my own tooth public waters of dying perfect We write about how is care the
blue not needed at our sleep And how sad to think it was good to have a few years’ glances sometimes learnt a thing the room to realize of a neckline and distillery each as it
yearns not a portrait bare but knew
to deflect it from you to deflect it from you to deflect it from you when I reach
you you are salt, a trick to cool our thinking maybe you were in a pulp, a dinner you couldn’t get out of I hear
you spoke all night, slick, but not yet ready if only that were true I would not envy anyone but you for being
as close as you can to you to deflect it from you to deflect it from you to deflect it from
you she tells me you can tie your blouse to put it back in the bag and know not to wear it. to deflect it from you to deflect it from you to deflect it from you I tore an empty
jacket of old friends; our tired shape and night-streaked plates. I knew it wasn’t near to me, that half of me
was in a corner, where the towels dried or stood there.
No one goes in passing he keeps to the cows and himself envisions the hurt of it and
sometimes he seems to me a kind of seer undeniably "difficult" (laughs all around the table) the very center seen occassionally in the headlights
Park in the fields. Don’t take up space. Get a damn Uber. Bulldoze downtown. Park at my house $20 Park on Vine Street, it free. Park somewhere far off and walk. It’s a pleasant, uncrowded
walk.
1. in anticipation of morning: airlessness, undone-ness — to taste nothing ✷
resynchronization takes time 2. we wished a thickened glove to treat our splinting frame with noise ✷ a practice of gentle aversion: 3. where do we greet the lesser heart of us who loved
too hungry ✷ the shifting, the mutable — all that the absolute excludes. 4. the years
yearn as badly as we do ✷ on cloudy days if moved to constant
light 5. patience not a game of laquered need ✷ Detailed, urgent; once in a
while, selfless.
I would like to wake up and come downstairs to find nothing living or dead in my coffee. They went off into the forest and they fell in love; they
understood the meaning of the exercise.
I drew a likeness from old walls: a cellar sea ripped floor to
thread; the tap firmed its echo in.
cannot sell like ice feigns a kind of recognition cannot sell what speaks that does not hang upon imagination, shrill — only as acquaintance, a hand slips blind to care in the market with the fathers, a wall of sand and search for hurt is spectre left when salmon like a frozen tongue falls upon an open mouth and eyes that raise to greet — not like a shout, as one might layer beneath, but a sheet — the living, having tensed too many times, the stems claimed together, the air sharpened orange, gripped