#AmericanWriters
I show her how to put her arms aro… but she’s much too small. What’s worse, she doesn’t understa… And although she lies beside me, stick…
Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs
Stop bleeding said the kn… I would if I could said… Stop bleeding you make me… I’m sorry said the cut. Stop or I will sink in f…
In the pond in the park all things are doubled: Long buildings hang and wriggle gently. Chimneys are bent legs bouncing
A mouth. Can blow or breathe, be a funnel, or Hello. A grass blade or a cut. A question seated. And a proud bird’s neck.
I like being in your apartment, an… As in the woods I wouldn’t want t… or change the play of sun and shad… The yellow kitchen stool belongs r… against white plaster. I haven’t u…
The flag is folded lengthwise, and lengthwise again, folding toward the open edge, so that the union of stars on the… field remains outward in full view…
Little lion face I stopped to pick among the mass of thick succulent blooms, the twice streaked flanges of your silk
The popcorn is greasy, and I forg… A pill that’s a bomb inside the st… The Embassy blows up. Eructations… cauliflowers giganticize into moti… screen is orange, is crackling fle…
A smudge for the horizon that, on a clear day, shows the hard edge of hills and buildings on the other coast. Anchored boats all head one way:
We move by means of our mud bumps. We bubble as do the dead but more… The products of excruciating purge… we are squeezed out thin hard and… If we exude a stench it is petrifi…
The binocular owl, fastened to a limb like a lantern all night long, sees where all
Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it.
Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen Where will I sleep
She sat on a shelf, her breasts two bellies on her poked-out belly, on which the navel looked like a sucked-in mouth—