Reading Your Posthumous Collection Backward
The sweetness of another world arrives,
through the small openings, late, page 400
or so, but that’s where I’m starting,
Audio
The We
we cars, we jewelry. we hey hey
at shorties who are often forward.
we unbelievable, two tone, cut
with or can’t be cut from.
The Sadness of Morning Glories Out of Season
Why do their wilted vines still cling to walls,
to porch supports, to trellises? So dry
and desiccated, it seems that they should fall
back in the dirt. The seasons slide on by,
The Word of the Day Is Widdershins
which sounds fun and elfin, like that
dance that leprechauns do, hobnail boots
clicking with glee or maybe something a
confused rabbit in coattails might say
when he’s lost his way:
[By] Halves
What if one leg isn’t in love with the other any more, can’t recall who smudged the wallpaper, a