I would like to watch you sleeping… which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter

This is the plum season, the night… blue and distended, the moon hazed, this is the season of peach… with their lush lobed bulbs that glow in the dusk, apples

The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open

The house we built gradually from the ground up when we were yo… (three rooms, the walls raw trees) burned down last year they said

An other sense tugs at us: we have lost something, some key to these things which must be writings and are locked against us

In restaurants we argue over which of us will pay for your… though the real question is whether or not I will make you imm… At the moment only I

Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cav… you are not my doctor

There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain

You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost

Secrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood. It’s as if you’ve eaten it like a bad candy, taken it into your mouth,

This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard

Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to d… though Lord knows I don’t go out… I wear dresses of sensible cut

The world is full of women who’d tell me I should be ashamed… if they had the chance. Quit danci… Get some self-respect and a day job.

More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, in… you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with ox…