said the lamb

The Quiet

is a blind house. [note to self ] Therearethese /// slats of grass /// where calves shruggle to nose it. I nose it too but only, only as drags my lookout up the drive. Homeswhere I have some hard salami & string cheese, pleased to be so settled & groan: done in original French, then frozen so later can later …

The call of my people is changing always changing

Rework Redux: Sitting Pretty

Sitting Pretty Soon as I make a perfect cotton replica of myself. I’ve already sewn the arms and they are stowed in a hatbox. Henry Noah Manly Klinger. Enzo Iguana Alyosha Klinger. Henry – “hen” Noah – “no” Manly – “man” Enzo – “Zo” Iguana – “Iggy” Alyosha – “Allie” Things that need to be …

The Heart

Heart perched on ice water. It a purpose parting the tips of ice awry, entire end of one country in window flips light on the water. Night is on up ,the paper and pins. to the very very / lit lamps. while sea spreads like a document. At night, at night on the governor.

Agony

It’s the great tragedy – just great. Days rolled into little balls with small lights inside them. He says: My first kiss felt like an ave maria. I call anything that has happened ‘once.’ & we ditty ditty ditty do we do do do *** Just look at us, headless as usual, sitting around a …

To love love

I’m doing dishes in my bra. This is half of a sign. You lean in the doorway, so I slowly undress. Your legs are lean and white on the kitchen tiles. You are weaving your fingers, which are numerous, into this, which is not a sign. Which is lugged on the stove like a grocery …

Adorable

I have a crow. A dumb one all the sudden likes to talk. Love like it’s dinner he says. Black snow is impossible so don’t even try it. Squawk, squawk. The bird is a small version of my ex-husband one who held me like an overcoat, spouting ‘adorable! adorable!’ I remember the water all over …

Atopos

When you make pork loins, you are cooking. It is the unclassifiable pork loin of you. I eat the animal you are and the animal slain, your reflection in my spoon. I eat as an affront—I’m starving. I’m fasting everything outside this room. There’s you, your miraculous pork loins, and nothing.

Notes on Barthes

I am engulfed. I succumb. I am dissolved, not dismembered; I fall, I flow, I melt. It is a gentle abyss, and the lover is absolved of any responsibility for the act. There is no longer any place for me anywhere, not even in death. It is an excessive happiness which enables me to unite …