#Americans #LanguagePoetry #Women #FreeVerse
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
