People who live by the sea understand eternity. They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the tides, & the saltiness of their blood

Because you did, I too arrange fl… Watching the pistils just like ins… And the hard, red flesh of the pet… Widening beneath my eyes. They mo… Of clocks, seeming not to move exc…

Chi vuol esser lieto, sia: di doman non c’e certezza. —Lorenzo di Medici In the poplars’ lengthening shadow… amid the rows of marigolds and ear…

Could I unthink you, little heart, what would I do? throw you out with last night’s garbage,

For David Karetsky (April 14, 19… Putting the skis down in the white snow, the wind singing, the blizzard of time

‘Why do you have stripes in your forehead, Mama? Are you

I had pegged you as protégé, adoptee, someone I could save. The last thing I needed

The old poet with his face full of lines, with iambs jumping in his hair lik… with all the revisions of his body unsaying him,

When the devil brings him, like a Christmas puppy, examine his downy fur & smell his small paws for the scent of sulphur.

‘Death is our eternal companion,’… —Carlos Castaneda My death looks exactly like me. She lives to my left,

In the chest is caged bat who seeks escape through the mouth. He flaps his wings & the molars shiver.

I want to understand the steep thi… that climbs ladders in your throat… I can’t make sense of you. Everywhere I look you’re there— a vast landmark, a volcano

This constant ache is my leg’s message to me. ‘Hello. Hello. Hello. You’re getting there,' it says, ‘step by step.’

After the first astounding rush, after the weeks at the lake, the crystal, the clouds, the water… the snow breaking under our boots… & the long mornings in bed. .…