waiting for him by the end-point of the auditorium she sees his smile in side-profile, she runsout to meet him before the curtain goesand the next day, they are all over the news. she sits chain-smoking in the glasspatio set, criss-cross, holding the book withone hand, glass of soda with the other. sky is thatwet… Continue reading poem: ego v. arcadia
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poem: they say, men fall off the bottom curve of the earth
he bit into her — in long, sloping strides, and theirAfter was like the fall of Troy, her dress caulking down to herankles in the same violet waves, as she had seen, in the leavingof the wooden places she called Now, and now in his comingbetween her, the ships rising and firing and not ever,… Continue reading poem: they say, men fall off the bottom curve of the earth
poem: atonement is the name of a book
I can feel the surge inside me -- water coming up from the underneath; people sneering, poland subdued-- I would wait for my lover at the window, in a green dress, but how can I if I cannot manage a morning routine? -- depressionis a modern invention, generation z does notneed our grandmothers' ecstasy, we… Continue reading poem: atonement is the name of a book
the last pavilion 