i have walked with half a skull and i have walked
with a blanch shell. i have walked, legs
split hungry, and i have walked too old.
Apparition Sometimes you visit bringing the lilacs’ stifle and chill sometimes the earthworms’ benevolent gleam sometimes you visit and all of my nights alone harbor their dark as a fugitive sometimes you visit and the never-swept dust blossoms into brown chittering birds and sometimes the gust of May lifts the […]
Her son’s dreadful bodies, buried by that mass, drenched the Earth/
with streams of blood, and they say she warmed it to new life,/
so that a trace of her children might remain, transforming it
In steps at your command/down the plank of a tall
fast ship with the salt/of sex across its lips.