The big dipper, a ladle where I rest my hunger.
Read MoreI wanted to see if you would follow me
Read MoreI / invent in the eyelash of a / comma
Read MoreWhere is the mother? Remember to miss her
Read MoreI’d already learned what happens to a sweet thing —
Read MoreVirginia pine and more Virginia pine. Toad chirr at night.
Scribble of the mussel’s path in the shallows.
For god’s sake don’t
look out a window.
In a fawn-skin pouch, I keep a letter of introduction. Upon it I lay my head.
Read MoreThey hate it,
they’ll kill you–
they’re black holes,
they can’t be eavesdropped upon.
you thought of the times the place got rowdy,
Five folks elbow to elbow, passing the toilet paper,
The weird dance of odors, postures
I listened to the spiderwort’s purple testimony
and heard the fat rattle present its evidence,
also the subpoenaed catalpa.
May− thunder was shaking the house
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