will she be closer to the falling away of the gaze of things than others?
hands on the water she calls scene setting
hands on the table water over the houses and hills swimming
not the ocean or the sea but the frame of time she'll tell of
wild happy yeses in her hands
she bites through in rage when rage
comes to her or we do and she's too small a flag
what does our house say? these borrowed things solid and whole
fabric lost to her a greasy boy speaks fast at the pizza stand
more available to be seen the young in their concerns
amidst the old artifice paint a boat and it will mean a dream
put names of your dear ones in it all yourn standing up
these little soft hands she bites through the bright white light of summer
shines off sand and vinyl siding itself composed against the salt
My Daughter Among the Names
Difficult once I've said things
to know them this morning
the lights above the tollway all off
at exactly 7:36
all "we took our yellow from the pewter sky."
But we have so many
about our diction, the leather couch
some trees and our ages.
What about all the rooms the sky makes—
she tried several
spaces today, under a desk, a nook
bent to her.
I thought of picking a fight
with dead Bachelard.
Her small body a new host for
waters, spaces brought round
for viruses, their articulations, their ranges.
Think of all the products
left behind by a shift in design—
iPod cases, dancers called spirit rappers
sites where "women, negroes, natives were acted out"
for Rev. Hiram Mattison "vehicles of impurity."
"My children too have learned
a barbarous tongue, though it's not so sure
they will rise to high command"— Tu Fu or
Bernadette Mayer on Hawthorne's American Notebooks
a boy tried to hang a dog in a playground, she said.
O structural inequalities! O explanations!
The owner of the desert house we rented
plants butterfly bushes, cenizo, and columns
of dark leaves where birds go.
Sharp sweet dung smell off the horse trailer
after it pulls away.
What about all the rooms the sky makes?
Faint blue expanse
a long far line of electric poles
a mountain I can see. Dog yelps almost digital
maybe from inside a car at the Dollar General.
She made her first marks today
on this page
rain hand here