for Donna de la Perrière
Each step jiggles green hedges.
Violet, blue wind covers
river light, birches. Textures wash
our bodies, which rise:
night inside roots, gold on a bright
red oak— inside you,
I [...]
A woman and a man stumble in the forest. She recognizes the forest,
she knows the fairy tale in sunlight on wild roses, in hot wind
stopping and starting. She thinks, We are looking for a house that we
lost somewhere. There will be an abandoned hous [...]
for James Assatly
November. The moon hangs from her neck like lead. A teenager
writes down the words. He sees fishes swim through branches and
brush windowpanes. He looks at paintings by Kandinsky and Klee; he
stares at the reflection of a traffic l [...]
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