Handle with Care
you came inside, where we atewhite cartons of lo mein, strippedof pretense. reclaimed, we cameby it honest, made shapesof lines, learned how they work together – I cameto my senses.we
you came inside, where we atewhite cartons of lo mein, strippedof pretense. reclaimed, we cameby it honest, made shapesof lines, learned how they work together – I cameto my senses.we
searching for a word then reading it over and over renders it a mistake. how many letters could possibly be in yellow? I’m used to feeling wrong; choked with sadness
a blind dog in the wildis a dead one1 which isthe first thing to understand but the house where daysare spent with the radiois barely a hazard both science and
I am not particularly wise. blueberry fool in a borrowed yard, fingers knuckled in the ground, in a place only mottled birds care to worm their way through the world.
while I’ve been working to trick myself into tasting sugar in what I can’t stomach, you’ve been training yourself on lights out west that you can’t quite see. look at
on my life I thought I’d never call someone baby or ever want to, whether sexy admonition or tucking hair behind ears. it felt like hunger that wasn’t mine. but,
the train in my mindfinally stops beforeI get off and wend the way through thisgarden of you turningthe fan off in the night. returning to myself asan uninvited guest, Ifind
I want to tell you about the cereal I ate or pigeon footprints in wet cement, but scarcity warrants demand and these heady grass days have been hard to come
no pilgrimage quite as long as the four country miles, side-to-side in disconnected brooklyn, walking east to go west yet again we accidentally tango both prepared to lead the Passion
what a moment it is to haveshelved the bottle just as I’velearned a new game of cards.hands keep busy as birdsoutside run their errandsback and forth from the treesto feed.