Monday, November 1
MORNING WEEKDAY SKY CORNEA from skate-rink pink to ballroom blue to post-revolution ashen heft : I survive to see such things to press my heel to wood girl, girl today's list of broken things lengthens: lamp, switch, door, knee, nipple, neighborhood. Today's silty store of what refuses to dissolve : love, lying shit of a president, child-spring. Clouds now fictional in the back of mind's memory I'm losing it, like my mother did, cause the first time I say the thing will never be the last. Today's list of forgotten words, talus and crypt and a word for what binds so tirelessly the five of us to our mouth-sounds sliding upward through stairwell's gloom Pure foam, pure air, pure caw pure gaze : gray gaze, or green, or that sweet brown & that blue they bloom and also shine and see across the room wet with the body's terminable water (Julie Carr)