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I sleep to a night that tinkles
Cold boat bells sewn up
In their rings.
The quilt waves and ripples hide
All but a glimpse
Of the funer..
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The song burgeons in the chair,
Rises in wide blue suction
Of the body -
Flaking and transient.
I am held in the swift beam,
Eate..
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I pull the pillow towards me,
Trusting in the gush
From heavy temples;
In the silvery lines
Which guide me back
And glide my laughter
..
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First
Love.
The
field strings a spine
Of
pearls through my years
To
bed: a tepid pool then
Dispersed
by ocean violence.
It
ru..
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Black coal gleaming, gleaming;
Shards of night in my stomach.
It is late and the body
You could mould with fists
Is lain in itself, fruit..
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As
I surface this morning I feel my body swollen, larger than it should
be in my narrow bed. Eyes still closed, I swill in this new state,
clinging..
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When
I am free
And
the honey flows
In
our mountain hut
It
is a strange kiss
Of
another's moving lips
On
the fleeting tales
Suddenly..
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From
the mangled cage of voice
I
pull and dress my children, precious imitators
Muddying
the brazen white of fear.
The
grit cuts, and the w..
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The
wall of envelopes
Is
staring from across the square.
Do
they contain anything?
My
room is an empty hallway
Unravelled
like a carpet o..
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WE have lain ourselves out
Aligned to a crooked
tower of sky
Where the sun can touch
Its heel to our open
hearts.
The tip tap staccato of
C..
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