Women Or they should be should be pedestals little horses moving those wooden pedestals sweet

Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen Where will I sleep

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…

Little lion face I stopped to pick among the mass of thick succulent blooms, the twice streaked flanges of your silk

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…

When in the mask of night there sh… we were riddled. A probe reached d… and stroked some nerve in us, as if the glint from a wizard’s ey… slanted out of the mask of the unk…

She sat on a shelf, her breasts two bellies on her poked-out belly, on which the navel looked like a sucked-in mouth—

“Feel me to do right,” our father… We did not quite know—in fact, not… His last whisper was spent as thro… He left us a key, but how did it f… to do right.” Did it mean that, th…

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…

Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt

Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it.

Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs

In the pond in the park all things are doubled: Long buildings hang and wriggle gently. Chimneys are bent legs bouncing

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…