#Americans #Jews #Women
Nobody believes in love– not even me. Love is the thing you wait to end.
At dusk Demeter becomes afraid for baby Persephone lost in that hell which she herself created
In the chest is caged bat who seeks escape through the mouth. He flaps his wings & the molars shiver.
Living in a house near the Black Forest, without any clocks, she’s begun to listen to the walls.
For all those who died– stripped naked, shaved, shorn. For all those who screamed in vain to the Great Goddess only to have their tongues
Because I am here anchoring you to the passionate darkness, you gaze out the window at the light.
These beautifully grown men. Thes… Look at them looking! They’re overdrawn on all accounts… & they’ve missed (for the hundredth time) the expre…
Dearest man-in-the-moon, ever since our lunch of cheese & moonjuice on the far side of the sun, I have walked the craters of New…
Regret is the young girl who sits… & stares at her hands. They are bluer than shadows in sno… They are bloodless as fear. Her fingernail moons are white.
What happens when the juice of the… drenches you with its lemony tang, its tart swe… & your whole body stings with… so that your toes sing to your mou…
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
People wish to be settled. Onl… —Thoreau My life has been the instrument for a mouth
This is the dirty laundry poem– because we have traveled from town… accumulating soiled linen & sw… & blue-jeans caked & clott… & teeshirts crumpled by our gl…
Already six years past your age! The steps in Rome, the house near Hampstead Heath, & all your fears that you might cease to be
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,