Mute marriages: the ten-ton block of ice obstructing the throat, the heart, the red filter of the liver, the clogged life.

In the chest is caged bat who seeks escape through the mouth. He flaps his wings & the molars shiver.

Sweet muse with bitter milk, I have lain between your breasts, put my ear

She was not a slender woman, but her skin was milk mixed in with strawberry jam & between her legs the word pu… & her hair was the color of wh…

You open to me a little, then grow afraid and close again, a small boy

The old poet with his face full of lines, with iambs jumping in his hair lik… with all the revisions of his body unsaying him,

You operate on the afternoon You perform open heart surgery on the ghosts of your suicidal friends You divorce your parents

I sit at my desk alone as I did on many Sunday afternoons when you came back to me, your arms aching for me,

Not wanting to write for fear that anything– the passion for the page, the love of carbon ribbons & e… will distract me from your face,

A delicate border. A nonexistent… The train obligingly dissolves in… The G.I. next to me is talking wa… I don’t ‘know the Asian mind,’ he… Moving through old arguments.

With his head full of Shakespeare… and old notions of poetic justice, he was ready with his elegies the day the ocean sailed into the… ‘The sea,’ he wrote, 'is a forgivi…

Out in the world, the child cries for the mother as the wound cries for salt as the lover cries for her unrequited lover

We used to meet on this corner in the same wind. It fought us up the hill to your house,