SHE WANTS A FIRE, EVEN IN THE SUMMER
Sometimes a road is a major event.
A walk endures more than a calendar.
April January February March
Chest full of bluebells, breath a wet black bough.
March, March, marriage to a stage magician
Spring, again you love sawing me in half.
Coughing up fur balls, a wealth of wool, May
Rewilds me; foaming, I mouth May, a wolf.
Summer bestows few vows; December comes
As June’s bare effigy; a month, a tooth,
Falls out; jaws of the year breathing bluebells,
Giblet pies. I can write, or talk. Not both.
Should July have held hands with September?
August overdosed on June? Sun enough
In my marrow for wet stockings to do
For entire weeks of June; each breath
A word chesting up from the inky desk
Of heaviness; October was one month
Or three, I tell you; November, a road.
My feet set down December. Crip time’s betrothed.
& they turned up the cards –
the soy candle snickered –
something clicked; they said,
let’s call her up, a dream
of frail girls; genetic
sexual attraction –
place your hand, your hand, your –
flatly; hold a séance
the stones spoke owls;
the owls spoke walls;
the walls spoke moss;
the moss spoke most –
of frail girls.
Stoner Dee in denim shorts,
heavy on the eyeliner,
shooting Andy Warhol first
French-film, traffic-jam Doro
hits up Ellis Bell, deserts
her car, heads into the woods
ARE YOU THERE?
Frail girl, faint girl, violet,
act, sister, let’s rescue you!
Have we raised? In a top hat?
Drawling, “Call me Desmond. Come
to the cabaret”? & they
dropped the cards
put out the lights
stopped the clocks
declared her dead
picked a bowl
unnerved by her
bodiful, double-rainbow laughter
ECOLOGIES OF ATTENTION
a table made of applewood
an apple grows at home
a woodland cored to press a fence
upon the apple’s home
a dance of seeds around the core
a round to dance alone
by heart you know the steps like men
like bears who sleep alone
see a storm, be in the storm, or stop
the storm: an act of will
stops the storm? in imitation
of a storm stopping by an act
not of will, if weather had will,
your will imitating the storm’s
flash of recognition: lightning
does not stop, makes eerie darkness
lightning that does not stop, stops, starts,
love, biting like love, more than like
i mouth slepe
lik grasse stalkes
editor! they’re on
the world stage!
laughing! and dancing!
when you know!
their body language!
should be pain!
cotton! cobblestone! pain!
editor! they’re speaking!
editorially! again! stopstop
good good pay
sob reproduce lawsuit
inscape gratitude outrage
lik holi thing
anyway we are sitting on one washed rock
for the indefinite
place would forget
piss-cup precious stones
knocking the base of one of the statues
the plinth will open and
they cannot build
their echo chamber
the open sky
interesting! borrow a
rose garden! most
interesting! drum up
an adequate cohort
of toads! well
indigenous to horseback
indigenous to airports
native to swimming pools
native to deserts
the longest queue
priests on repeat
bridegrooms who make up their face
the fair and the fierce
the sun and the moon
anyway we are leaning in
on one washed rock
together for the indefinite
by heart you know the steps like lace:
: a willingly pierced face