#16 (Shall we try again with another year?) Well, it wasn’t quite the year I imagined – I did not imagine aglobal pandemic and to be locked down at home. ‘The presentbecomes the past through increments too small to measure;suddenly something that is becomes something that was, andthe way we live is not the way…
Without incident I gave what I got. All my yesterdays folding into one discrete sentence.I told the wind what to do with me. I told the fields how to hold me down.I told the dandelion to hurt me in steps, to talk me through how to be afraid.The barnhouse said just a short sting and…
Perfume I. The rose-song Alcaeus, the Ancient Greek, held his lyre like a creature, like a cat under his fingers. He—shade-eyed,curtailed, hair in vines—is a smear of oil paintat the Metropolitan Museum. I have only everseen him on a screen. They teach you to closea bottle of turps while using it, because the smellis so strong.…
Freud I had a housewarming in the country for not many peopleWho did not know each other wellI made tamarillo chutney and spinach and feta frittersTony brought the wild pig which was female and not gameyAnd briefly we had a party because it was all so deliciousIn the photos I look unhappy and tightBecause I…