2.1 Many tiers make this world pillowed on stone many collect in their fear to strive. Yours the face aglow in the cold, precarious thriver in the song-stung dark. With glance and lip you collected me. Where are you? Alien hip I catch you out, refuse cheshire blazon, unpronounced tremolo. Now to step into the prints you left. Winglessly now to embrace your air on tiptoe, phonetic and misprized answer— know you me? Tease this mystery? Kiss, cats, for your dear dog am I, better angled to see you by night with eyes straight upward and by your leave to praise and praise.
Cognitive Deficit Market
She has forgotten what she forgot this morning: her keys, toast in the toaster blackening the insides of beloved skulls, little planetariums projecting increasingly incomplete and fanciful constellations: the Gravid Ass, the Mesozoic Cartwheel, the Big Goatee, the Littlest Fascist. Outside her window a crowd gathers, seething in white confusion like milk boiling dry in a saucepan—some lift fingers to point this way and that with herky-jerky certainty but they're standing too close for all those flying hands so that eyeglasses and hats fall—apologies inaudible, someone hands a fist, the brawl overwhelms the meager traffic of pedicabs and delivery trucks stacked high with rotting lettuce. Meanwhile above it all she's setting out the tea things: ceramic cup and saucer, little pewter spoon, pebbled iron pot, a slice of Sara Lee. Waiting to remember to turn the radio on, listen for the elevator, for the lock to turn or a knock on the door. In a little while she'll put everything away in the same configuration at the bottom of a clean white sink with its faucet dripping. We who watch this, half-turned away already toward sunny gardens or the oncoming semi— being not the one dead but not exactly alive either. The skin is a glove that wrinkles as it tightens. The cerebellum's the same. A game of chess between walking sticks—I mean the insects made up to resemble wood. I say we dissemble from photos and repetition our stakes in these weightless names.