#Americans #Suicide #Women #XXCentury
Father, this year’s jinx rides us… where you followed our mother to h… a second shock boiling its stone t… leaving me here to shuffle and dis… you from the residence you could n…
So it has come to this insomnia at 3:15 A.M., the clock tolling its engine like a frog following a sundial yet having an electric
Let the flowers make a journey on Monday so that I can see ten daisies in a blue vase with perhaps one red ant crawling to the gold center.
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing the wood,
In his tenth July some instinct taught him to arm the waiting wave… a giant where its mouth hung open. He rode on the lip that buoyed him… and buckled him under. The beach w…
Loving me with my shows off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my feet, those two children let out to play naked. Intricate n…
Old man, it’s four flights up and… Your room is hardly bigger than yo… Puffing as you climb, you are a br… stooped over the thin tail and the… The room will do. All that’s left…
Over stone walls and barns, miles from the black—eyed Susans, over circus tents and moon rockets you are going, going. You who have inhabited me
Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old gra… Sing me a foot and a doorknob, for… Oh sing, bone bag man, sing.
Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen and yes my darling a dot on the fathometer is
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our m… As new and smooth as a grape, as pure as a pond in Alaska, as good as the stem of a green bea…
My dear, it was a moment to clutch at for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing is the act of love,… even in the telling, wherever it w…
Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to t… letting the dead ride alone in the… It is June. I am tired of being b… We drive to the Cape. I cultivate
A young man is afraid of his demon… over the demon’s mouth sometimes..… I mentioned my demon to a friend and the friend swam in oil and cam… greasy and cryptic
Everything here is yellow and gree… Listen to its throat, its earthski… the bone dry voices of the peepers as they throb like advertisements. The small animals of the woods