Hey, I said,
wait!
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She said ahead of time it might go like that, and it did
We drank coffee and visited the grave.
What could have been said, wasn’t said.
A blur of grass and kindness kills the real.
Why must now
All these images I land on
move?
As if we weren’t unstable enough already!
Oops!
Rounding bends of a mind
I’d thought mine I find
You who’ve thought up me
Oh, the division!
Return to your loom, Lord,
to weave us all together
This day a school
Of speculation lit
chiefly by stars
I said, “This
Is day one.”
But what does that mean?
I put my finger on reality
Her belly button to be exact.
We both began to giggle
Love, my love, says come, my love
We’ll fail and fail and fail again!
Prayer of one who could be me and sometimes is
You have pierced me with your dagger
and crushed me with your stone.
Red and dry blood dust am I –
powder of the wretched,
powder in the wind!
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