No world is intact
No world is intact and no one cares about you. I leaned down over don’t care about, I care about you I leaned down over the world in portrayal of carefulness, answering something you couldn’t say. walking or fallen and you were supposed to give therapy to me— me leaning down brushing with painted feathers to the left chance your operatic, broken book.
"No World is Intact," from Grave of Light: New and Selected Poems, 1970-2005, © 2006 by Alice Notley, published by Wesleyan University Press. Used by permission of Wesleyan University Press.