#AmericanWriters
The first snow of the year & you lying between my breasts in my husband’s house & the snow gently rising in my… like guilt,
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.
"...a frozen memory, like any p… where nothing is missing, not even… and especially, nothingness..."… —Julio Cortázar, “Blow Up” Mirror-mad,
Little egg, little nub, full complement of fingers, toes, little rose blooming
I mourn a dead friend, like myself… —Pablo Neruda about César Vallej… I looked at the book. ‘It will stand,’ I thought. Not a palace
Because she wants to touch him, she moves away. Because she wants to talk to him, she keeps silent. Because she wants to kiss him,
For a long time unhappy with my man, I blamed men, blamed marriage, blamed the whole bleeding world,
When we become truly ourselves, we… —Suzuki Sick of the self, the self—seducing self— with its games, its fears,
Goddess, I come to you my neck wreathed with rosebuds, my head filled with visions of inf… my palms open to your silver nails… my eyes open to your rays of illum…
All night he lies awake tuning the… tuning the night with its fat crac… with its melancholy love songs cro… across the rainy air above Verdun & the autobahn’s blue suicidal…
You whom I hoped to reach by writ… you beyond the multicolored tangle of telephone wires, you with your white paper soul trampled in transit,
Broken ivories playing the blue piano of the sea. We have come
For Naomi Lazard Sometimes I can’t wait until I… —Naomi Lazard My friends are tired. The ones who are married are tired
We used to meet on this corner in the same wind. It fought us up the hill to your house,
Parachuting down through clouds shaped like whales & sharks, dolphins & penguins, pelicans & gulls,