Prayer to my stutter #1 Here in the red hour of repentance, how many layers of mystery do you wear? I am among the arches of your name. When midnight arrives will you be there, yet again, to drape your song on my shoulders? Prayer to my stutter #3 Set me in the nest […]
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circles the bridge, as if to signify a need, its arcs nearly complete, dismantled figure 8’s. The river wrinkles its reflection: like a shooting black star aimed for its place in an unfinished constellation. Where […]
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One day I woke up & my grandmother was in the kitchen frying the cricket in a peppered pan & I thought it was better that way, for the cricket to be swallowed & carried inside a body so that it would never know lonely.
He said once: the moon is a man who will marry you someday. At the bay, my wife calls to me in a language he never knew. Her mouth around my name: the moon.
watch branches swing in a sudden gust and watch the
leaves rip free, hang on air itself: an estranged fruit.
