A Battleship Examines Its Faith
I dream towels, dust streams, a downpour of talcum. I dream arid fields of sorghum. But down where I’m fattest: […]
I dream towels, dust streams, a downpour of talcum. I dream arid fields of sorghum. But down where I’m fattest: […]
The six of us look as usual but we are all dogsAround that Christmas table of 1999. My sisterCarves with
slipknot, aerosol or invertebrate, a thing spineless drawn out in sections and rewired to complete the circuit
He thinks that time will heal. But this is fable. He tries to call her friends. But is not able.
I have always wanted to write a poem in which lavender rhymes with vendor or scavenger but mostly cadaver,
She gives me the wine and I take the wine. I mop her floors and she walks on them