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What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling off toward N… They are neat as a wallet,
I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere off the North Atlantic and suffocate them with the awful sand
Old man, it’s four flights up and… Your room is hardly bigger than yo… Puffing as you climb, you are a br… stooped over the thin tail and the… The room will do. All that’s left…
I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourt… We stand watching the yellow leave… flapping in the winter rain, falling flat and washed. And I re…
Husband, last night I dreamt they cut off your hands and feet. Husband, you whispered to me,
I’m afraid of needles. I’m tired of rubber sheets and tub… I’m tired of faces that I don’t k… and now I think that death is star… Death starts like a dream,
I live in my wooden legs and O my green green hands. Too late to wish I had not run from you, A… blood moves still in my bark bound…
Kind Sir: This is an old game that we played when we were eight… Sometimes on The Island, in down… in late August, when the cold fog… off the ocean, the forest between…
My dear, it was a moment to clutch at for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing is the act of love,… even in the telling, wherever it w…
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its l… I feel the November
A shoe with legs, a stone dropped from heaven, he does his mournful work alone, he is the old prospector for golf, with secret dreams of God—heads an…
I am torn in two but I will conquer myself. I will dig up the pride. I will take scissors and cut out the beggar.
Your midriff sags toward your knee… your breast lie down in air, their nipples as uninvolved as warm starfish. You stand in your elastic case,
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our m… As new and smooth as a grape, as pure as a pond in Alaska, as good as the stem of a green bea…
Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old gra… Sing me a foot and a doorknob, for… Oh sing, bone bag man, sing.