I feel like a hollowing out when you leave and I am not going with you. It is a parting, a quick deep split, then release.
Month: July 2009
intuition substitutes for my short memory.Built into this human scaffoldingit reacts, a blunderer amidst refined wisdomthe uncomfortable one with greasy hair. I am no master. I count months with my fingers,and cannot recount the purpose of the circle of fifths.I am a wholly unformed vessel, …
It is instinct that makes us lift
the leaf to the sky that has left
only its veins looking up
through willowy panes
it rested untouched
run in by repetitions of the sun.
It is the imprint of a dove’s
oily chest and wings,
perfect fleshy block print
teased from the reflection in the window
it has paused, flight
stunned by permanence