Living in a house near the Black Forest, without any clocks, she’s begun to listen to the walls.

the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountains. Rising on pure will (the lurch & lift-off, the sudden swing

I sit at home at my desk alone as I used to do on many sunday afternoons when you came back to me,

Exploring each other’s depths, that surge of connection which makes the world seem sane,

When we become truly ourselves, we… —Suzuki Sick of the self, the self—seducing self— with its games, its fears,

When I am an old lady the young men will come to me & sit trembling at my trembling

The whole world is flat & I am round. Even women avert their eyes, & men, embarrassed by the messy way

The decorum of fire... —Pablo Neruda We learned the decorum of fire, the flame’s curious symmetry, the blue heat at the center of the…

You are the first muse who came to… The others began & ended with… or a glance or a kiss between stan… the others strode away in the poin… or were kicked out by the stiletto…

Cement up to the neck & my head packed with unsaid words. A gullet full of pebbles, a mouth

We used to strike sparks off each other. Our eyes would meet or our hands, & the blue lightning of love

On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you

For Naomi Lazard Sometimes I can’t wait until I… —Naomi Lazard My friends are tired. The ones who are married are tired