My dumpy little mother on the unde… had a mannequin’s grace. From chin… the sheet outlined her, thin and t… uptilted, bloodless, smooth, had a… Her head rested on a block under h…

Feel like A Bird understand he has no hand instead A Wing close-lapped

What does love look like? We know the shape of death. Death is a clo… immense and awesome. At first a li… is lifted from the eye of light: there is a clap of sound, a white…

Stop bleeding said the kn… I would if I could said… Stop bleeding you make me… I’m sorry said the cut. Stop or I will sink in f…

We move by means of our mud bumps. We bubble as do the dead but more… The products of excruciating purge… we are squeezed out thin hard and… If we exude a stench it is petrifi…

Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it.

I show her how to put her arms aro… but she’s much too small. What’s worse, she doesn’t understa… And although she lies beside me, stick…

When in the mask of night there sh… we were riddled. A probe reached d… and stroked some nerve in us, as if the glint from a wizard’s ey… slanted out of the mask of the unk…

Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt

A mouth. Can blow or breathe, be a funnel, or Hello. A grass blade or a cut. A question seated. And a proud bird’s neck.

She sat on a shelf, her breasts two bellies on her poked-out belly, on which the navel looked like a sucked-in mouth—

Beards of water some of them have. Others are blowing whistles of wat… Faces astonished that constant wat… jumps from their mouths.

The binocular owl, fastened to a limb like a lantern all night long, sees where all

My hands are murder-red. Many a p… drops on the heap in the basket. O… to bursting, they might be hearts,… the blackbird’s wing-fleck. Grippe… he shrieks his ko-ka-ree in the ne…