A heap of wheat, says the Song of… but I’ve never seen wheat in a pil… Apples, potatoes, cabbages, carrot… make lumpy stacks, but you are sle… as a seal hauled out in the winter…

That afternoon the dream of the to… rang through the elms by Little R… and affected the thoughts of men, though they were not conscious tha… they heard it.—Henry Thoreau

Sometimes we collide, tectonic pla… continents shoving, crumpling down… veins of fire deep in the earth an… tons of rock into jagged crests of… Sometimes your hands drift on me,…

We sat across the table. he said, cut off your hands. they are always poking at things. they might touch me. I said yes.

My hips are a desk, From my ears hang chains of paper clips. Rubber bands form my hair. My breasts are quills of

And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic god and eat and eat and eat.

In life you had a temper. Your sarcasm was a whetted knife. Sometimes you shuddered with fear but you made yourself act no matte… how few stood with you.

Mine, says the cat, putting out hi… My lover, my friend, my slave, my… the cat making on your chest his g… milk from his mother’s forgotten b… Let us walk in the woods, says the…

Man stomping over my bed in boots carrying a large bronze church bel… which you occasionally drop: gross man with iron heels who drags coffins to and fro at fo…

On the birthday of the world I begin to contemplate what I have done and left undone, but this year not so much rebuilding

This girlchild was born as usual and presented dolls that did pee-p… and miniature GE stoves and irons and wee lipsticks the color of che… Then in the magic of puberty, a cl…

The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun li… and threatens never to rise, when despair descends softly as th… covering all paths and choking roa…

The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows and live… She is manufactured like a sports…

In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German… Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded lonely raisin in a cake of concret…