Drawers
hanging
off their hinges
are chicken litter
are anti
matter
Empty chairs
are time and tide
are burdens
shifting
shape
like water
_
Drawers
hanging
off their hinges
are chicken litter
are anti
matter
Empty chairs
are time and tide
are burdens
shifting
shape
like water
_
In a dream
I took
(my husband)
(to)
your apartment
looking for
proof
of
(a different) life
all the pictures
you had
were of your brother
But you’d saved
(a colony of chittering mice
for) me
_
The body is meek
weak
The winter is deep
deeper than water
Liquid with drink
are eyes, are ayes,
are yes
_
Singing you who have lost it
tell me where you will find it
Inside his chest
the chirp of birds
inside his breath
needles of air
_
delight wheels like prayer
flinging night like doubt
on the parapet of dawn
our details are all spent
She knows that
the child and his friend
--another child--
read her words.
She hides small
messages
of hope
and love
Hardy as pebbles
as natural
shaking like leafy hands
on summer trees.
_
Water alive with the shuffle of crabs
my body rolled over by the waves
then cleaned to sea change
grotesque as rags,
familiar as reeds
coral laced up by eels
But brilliant showers
of triumph
of clarinet
Of abruptness--
steps missed in the dark.
Then the piano bares its teeth.
_
Pic: With the British Museum dome above us. We talk a lot of trash about The British Museum and their culture of "taking" and ...