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How Can It Be I Am No Longer I
Winter was the ravaging in the scarified
Ghost garden, a freak of letters crossing down a rare
Path bleak with poplars. Only the yew were a crewel
Of kith at the fieldstone wall, annulled
As a dulcimer cinched in a green velvet sack.
To be damaged is to endanger—taut as the stark
1997
Real Life
Soon the electrical wires will grow heavy under the snow. I am thinking of fire of the possibility of fire & then moving Across America in a car with a powder blue dashboard, Moving to country music & the heart Is torn a little more because the song says the truth. Because in the thirty-six things that can happen To people, men & women, women & women, Men & men, in all these things the soul is bound To be broken somewhere along the line, That clove-scented, air-colored wanderer blushing With no memory, no inkling & then proceeds Across America In the sap gr
1988
A Meadow
What was it I was hungry about. Hunger, it is one Of the several contraptions I can turn on the off-button to at will. Yes, yes, of course it is an “Art.” Of course I will not be here Long, not the way the percentages are going now.
2011