For months I have measured your dimension.
You fit perfectly under my skin,
under my wig,
inside my right ventricle,
inside my generous belly house.
You don\'t fit in my bed:
too tall
Her black glove is flying across downtown.
“A crow!” they shouted. “A crow is attacking Eiffel Tour!”
...cry of a rooster/the goat is smiling...
She knows/He knows.
“Purple and white, of
O-n-e:
One shiningdark morning,
I caught you seeking in my armoire.
T-h-i-e-f:
You thief, voleur, I said,
what are you doing here?
I\'m looking for a pair of socks,
you said,
He said:
“Stop cutting off your toes! I know you have a big foot, but keep your toes clean!”
She said back:
“Sometimes, a poet is more pragmatic than an accountant. Sometimes, the spinal column
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THE ROOT CANAL GARDEN
Not like mimosa or the snail’s eye (TINY FLASH OF LIGHT) but like the weed under hoe. (TINY FLASH OF LIGHT) Grows more vigorous, choking flowers. It is a wild (FLASH OF
Juliet broke her write (right) arm in the last fight.
Now, she cannot touch Romeo\'s lips
(her left arm receives commands from the left side of her brain now;
– scratches, angles, mathematics, all
first, breath the darkness behind the Knee.
second, turn back to the Ankle
and kiss the bloody Stigma.
third, touch the delicate Between-thighs, gently, docile,
closed eyes.
open the Gate.
I turn my head to the left…
The sun is watching me.
To the right, I turn my head…
The moon is watching me.
Beyond the stars\' shoulders,
only my steps
are waiting for me.
My eyes snow.
My
covered eyes.
the colors changed.
too high.
too low.
a language you don’t know.
he knows the line
but the prompter chocked with a pointed bone,
and is agonizing in his dirty fosse.
the
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