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

Bobbing in the waters of the womb, little godhead, ten toes, ten fing… & infinite hope, sails upside down through the worl… My bones, I know, are only a cage

You gave me a rose last time we met. I told myself if it bloomed our love would bloom,

You take me to the restaurant wher… plays God over a fish tank. The f… pace their green cage, waiting to… out of an element. Who knows what… There are thirteen in a tank meant

Could I unthink you, little heart, what would I do? throw you out with last night’s garbage,

If it is only for the taking off– the velvet cloak, the ostrich feather boa, the dress which slithers to the fl… with the sound of strange men sigh…

We have a small sculpture of H… Nothing would surprise him. The beast in the jungle was what h… Edith Wharton’s obfuscating older… He fled the demons

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,

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

You sleep in the darkness, you with the back I love & the gift of sleeping through my noisy nights of poetry. I have taken other men into my tho…

‘Death is our eternal companion,’… —Carlos Castaneda My death looks exactly like me. She lives to my left,

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

For a long time unhappy with my man, I blamed men, blamed marriage, blamed the whole bleeding world,

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…