Sunken, shadowy hollows, facial muscle slack as incapacity— not the hard power of a death mask, rather the face itself, a slightly parted mouth, her teeth pressed against her lip. Absent the furrows, scowl, fleeting wistful glan [...]
When lovers watch the unlovable guy transforming until the gal
chooses him, part of the miracle is Eros growing up
the rest is their pleasure, watching. Some nights
pleasure is so dressed up in grey silk, so French,
she seems an evil flower. After d [...]
As if a hearse stood, engine running, in front of the house
and won't be sent away. Months, I'm told, wait
wait until like St. Denis I can move with higher thought
or manage Graham's "Lament," flexed muscle, back-bent wrist
the entire body distorted [...]
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