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

Goddess, I come to you my neck wreathed with rosebuds, my head filled with visions of inf… my palms open to your silver nails… my eyes open to your rays of illum…

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…

The great bed of the world arching over graves over Babi Yar with its multitude of bones, with battalions of screams

We used to strike sparks off each other. Our eyes would meet or our hands, & the blue lightning of love

For Naomi Lazard Sometimes I can’t wait until I… —Naomi Lazard My friends are tired. The ones who are married are tired

All the boring tedious young men with dead eyes & dirty hair .… all the mad young men who hate the… all the squalling baby boys . . . have grown up

Already six years past your age! The steps in Rome, the house near Hampstead Heath, & all your fears that you might cease to be

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

I am not interested in my body– the part that stinks & rots & brings forth life,

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

Little egg, little nub, full complement of fingers, toes, little rose blooming

This is the long tunnel of wanting… Its walls are lined with remembere… wet & red as the inside of you… full & juicy as your probing t… warm as your belly against mine,

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…