I am loud,
Demanding attention.
I know when I am being charming
Every Writer
This is about me
The rust iron wing of a train horn
pinballs down glass and steel canyons,
Light, please initiate me into your
occult philosophy. Tell me where
you come from when you penetrate
a dusty window...
Picture me waiting
in the nook by the window,
long skirt spread out, falling
red and wet-looking against
Breathless, the whole way
down, skimming
fuchsia, rag-ferns,
No taller than my knee
when you challenge
your first ocean.
There are so many names for things and new
things needing names that polyglots may have the fastest
Child at Tobacco Market by Charlotte Matthews Nights I go looking for the whippoorwill but she’s not...
soar by Camille Thigpen and this is for ultramarine ink splatters on my wrist and jawbone; this...
Ultimately we must learn to accept
our losses (as constellations eventually
accept their passing one
