#Americans #Jews #Women
People wish to be settled. Onl… —Thoreau My life has been the instrument for a mouth
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
The lessons we learned here (fumbling with our lunchbags, handkerchiefs & secret cheeks of bubblegum) were graver than any
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…
After the college reading, the eager students gather. They ask me
Could I unthink you, little heart, what would I do? throw you out with last night’s garbage,
‘Death is our eternal companion,’… —Carlos Castaneda My death looks exactly like me. She lives to my left,
I was sick of being a woman, sick of the pain, the irrelevant detail of sex, my own concavity uselessly hungering
Knowing our lives a drowse towards death (attended by dogs & children) how can it not matter
Narrowing life because of the fear… narrowing it between the dust mote… narrowing the pink baby between the green-limbed monsters, & the drooling idiots,
She leaps into the alien heart of the passerby, the drunk, the girl who spouts Freudian talk over Szechuan food. She is part herself,
At dusk Demeter becomes afraid for baby Persephone lost in that hell which she herself created
Black ship of night sailing through the world & the moon an orange slice tangy to the teeth of lovers who lie
You open to me a little, then grow afraid and close again, a small boy
I sleep with double pillows since… Is one of them for you-or is it yo… My bed is heaped with books of poe… I fall asleep on yellow legal pads… Oh the orgies in stationery stores…