Black ship of night sailing through the world & the moon an orange slice tangy to the teeth of lovers who lie

Because my grandmother’s hours were apple cakes baking, & dust motes gathering, & linens yellowing & seams and hems

We used to meet on this corner in the same wind. It fought us up the hill to your house,

Regret is the young girl who sits… & stares at her hands. They are bluer than shadows in sno… They are bloodless as fear. Her fingernail moons are white.

Because she wants to touch him, she moves away. Because she wants to talk to him, she keeps silent. Because she wants to kiss him,

Out in the world, the child cries for the mother as the wound cries for salt as the lover cries for her unrequited lover

The women he has had are all faces without eyes. He has entered them blind as a cut worm. He has swum their oceans

All over the district, on leather… & brocade couches, on daybeds & ‘professional divans,’ they… The air is thick with it, the ears of analysts must be stick…

The first snow of the year & you lying between my breasts in my husband’s house & the snow gently rising in my… like guilt,

All night he lies awake tuning the… tuning the night with its fat crac… with its melancholy love songs cro… across the rainy air above Verdun & the autobahn’s blue suicidal…

I sleep with double pillows since… Is one of them for you-or is it yo… My bed is heaped with books of poe… I fall asleep on yellow legal pads… Oh the orgies in stationery stores…

"...a frozen memory, like any p… where nothing is missing, not even… and especially, nothingness..."… —Julio Cortázar, “Blow Up” Mirror-mad,

At the furthermost reach of the se… where Atlantis sinks under the wak… I have come to heal my life. I knit together like a broken arm. The salt fills the crevices of bon…

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