Wednesday, August 27, 2014

8/27/14 listen: crisp inside a label she forms new mirrors blackening edges borrowing foam weakness dripping that old, impregnating cold. inside her, the stone wind can it rise? can it find footholes in silence, a faraway blanket, rhymes placating sins, witches grasping in and in? light forms new words trooping fellowship around her neat bones. and water and sound prickle out of nature's eyes. oh listen, bilge of wishes cramming down a heart that won't start!