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An affair with Raymond Chandler, what a joy! Not because of the mangled bodies and the marinated cops and hints of eccentric sex, but because of his interest in furniture. He kn...
The rest of us watch from beyond t… as the woman moves with her jagged… into her pain as if into a slow ra… We see her body in motion but hear no sounds, or we hear
Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to d… though Lord knows I don’t go out… I wear dresses of sensible cut
You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but
I would like to watch you sleeping… which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter
In that country the animals have the faces of people: the ceremonial cats possessing the streets the fox run
In the secular night you wander ar… alone in your house. It’s two-thir… Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen…
i In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fe… the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction
The red fox crosses the ice intent on none of my business. It’s winter and slim pickings. I stand in the bushy cemetery, pretending to watch birds,
There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become
The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain
i The children on the lawn joined hand to hand go round and round each arm going into