The tug on my arm but soon spread Perhaps now they could prove me there. I\'ve been watching the sky closely & for some time, My hands in it,

It’s freezing in the desert but there’s nothing there to freeze. The ground slides & swells. Where have you been buried? Under which dune did you

In the middle of every field, obscured from the side by grass or cornhusks, is a clearing where she works burying swans alive into the black

When I bend back to gaze at the satellite convulsions, I am an aqueduct for twilit rain. Quite literally I stand in the littoral zone: a lens--no

Lick the lights. Everyone says that here. Sometimes they\'ll call a spade a shovel, hollowing half a hole, which is all I have to sleep