Ninety minutes since dark, I do not expect the surrounding ice
You wouldn’t be dashed by stones at my door who take unkindly
I have wandered, am neither here nor there;
This is to say meet me where I met you first.
I am the kind who need only be reminded of kindness
I am a dog wrestling with a big bloody heart
When he went away to take the waters,
Some were on the window ledge and seemed about to fall.
Red pickle dish, blue glass dish, and some green bees cast in
soft coal. The children at the river
Anyway I leave all the time
This light selection saddens those who look upon it often.
The man who went away was likely to be worried that I’d leave
From this they might project elsewhere, or break with pieces
This may be unreasonable of him but it was wrong of us to force
He is afraid we are forgetting him.
which he makes later each day to test for disappointment
Overt, one fast gasp in canyon grounds.
Shy here since noticed the problem to utter a sound.
Here asks odd angles to restrain a room
One chews one’s own wick down these days
A light elsewhere buys bricks in copper caves
Worm turned towards sword. Cut, each side died away.
Someone sees these days as distants.
According to the parchment,
We know there are squid because their dead bodies wash up.
Who are us; we are here looking and as separate continents
When I thought I was original I was wrong,
“Yes I am here!!” I said.
she was hiding. A deep being hiding.
We tell ourselves one thing,
In America: home of the freeze and land of the blame!
the American mind which is like a clever simile:
all the way out and about-
between places where we meet while we are moving: