Feel like A Bird understand he has no hand instead A Wing close-lapped

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…

“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.

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

Beards of water some of them have. Others are blowing whistles of wat… Faces astonished that constant wat… jumps from their mouths.

What does love look like? We know the shape of death. Death is a clo… immense and awesome. At first a li… is lifted from the eye of light: there is a clap of sound, a white…

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

My hands are murder-red. Many a p… drops on the heap in the basket. O… to bursting, they might be hearts,… the blackbird’s wing-fleck. Grippe… he shrieks his ko-ka-ree in the ne…

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

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

My dumpy little mother on the unde… had a mannequin’s grace. From chin… the sheet outlined her, thin and t… uptilted, bloodless, smooth, had a… Her head rested on a block under h…

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…