#Americans #Suicide #Women
The car is heavy with children tugged back from summer, swept out of their laughing beach, swept out while a persistent rumou… tells them nothing ends.
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…
It is a summer evening. The yellow moths sag against the locked screens and the faded curtains suck over the window sills
Loving me with my shows off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my feet, those two children let out to play naked. Intricate n…
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its kelly—green lawn.
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing the wood,
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for… and cast up from your childhood, cast up from your one hundred favo… She has always been there, my darl…
If I really am walking with ordin… past the same rest home on the sam… and see another waiting head at th… just as she would always sit, watching for anyone from her woode…
Put on a clean shirt before you die, some Russian said. Nothing with drool, please, no egg spots, no blood, no sweat, no sperm.
They sit in a row outside the kindergarten, black, red, brown, all with those brass buckles. Remember when you couldn’t
My God, my God, what queer corner… Didn’t I die, blood running down… lungs gagging for air, die there f… of anyone, my sour mouth giving up… Surely my body is done? Surely I…
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... Each time I give lectures
I knew you forever and you were al… soft white lady of my heart. Surel… me for sitting up late, reading yo… as if these foreign postmarks were… You posted them first in London,…
It’s in the heart of the grape where that smile lies. It’s in the good—bye—bow in the ha… where that smile lies. It’s in the clerical collar of the…
When man, enters woman, like the surf biting the shore, again and again, and the woman opens her mouth with…