do not charge this woman with making me blow my head off
for bringing the song of her waist to my lips
Jack & Jill went up the hill
to the windy keep of Troy
This was long before
apnea set in and all our woe
What a joyful thought, to hop away from this musty
twilight bookshop air with a chapbook
i may be waiting
while you wait
in the antechamber
it is not the collection, but the collecting, that brings wings.
You can see right away there are
at least two stories—
like a god, entranced from above,
I felt the whales before I saw them, gorgeous
Mush in a forehead. Rings around an eye. Concentric
Then is it that unsaid faces meet alone.
just say the word usufruct and levitate
A disco ball breaks at the end of the fever.
So don’t let
man or the earthen
burning breasts in
your hair be my little