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The flag is folded lengthwise, and lengthwise again, folding toward the open edge, so that the union of stars on the… field remains outward in full view…
A mouth. Can blow or breathe, be a funnel, or Hello. A grass blade or a cut. A question seated. And a proud bird’s neck.
Stop bleeding said the kn… I would if I could said… Stop bleeding you make me… I’m sorry said the cut. Stop or I will sink in f…
What does love look like? We know the shape of death. Death is a clo… immense and awesome. At first a li… is lifted from the eye of light: there is a clap of sound, a white…
Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it.
Women Or they should be should be pedestals little horses moving those wooden pedestals sweet
Little lion face I stopped to pick among the mass of thick succulent blooms, the twice streaked flanges of your silk
It’s about… the ball,… the bat,… and the mitt. th… Ball hits…
In the pond in the park all things are doubled: Long buildings hang and wriggle gently. Chimneys are bent legs bouncing
The popcorn is greasy, and I forg… A pill that’s a bomb inside the st… The Embassy blows up. Eructations… cauliflowers giganticize into moti… screen is orange, is crackling fle…
A smudge for the horizon that, on a clear day, shows the hard edge of hills and buildings on the other coast. Anchored boats all head one way:
“Feel me to do right,” our father… We did not quite know—in fact, not… His last whisper was spent as thro… He left us a key, but how did it f… to do right.” Did it mean that, th…
Beards of water some of them have. Others are blowing whistles of wat… Faces astonished that constant wat… jumps from their mouths.
She sat on a shelf, her breasts two bellies on her poked-out belly, on which the navel looked like a sucked-in mouth—
My hands are murder-red. Many a p… drops on the heap in the basket. O… to bursting, they might be hearts,… the blackbird’s wing-fleck. Grippe… he shrieks his ko-ka-ree in the ne…