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96 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1986
We return to
silence, hearing
each other shake.
We nod as if
to admit the
hopelessness of
being here is
too obvious.
We learn to stop
trembling, almost
laughing, only
at times the flesh
leaps from itself,
as if beyond
weeping or hope
something in us
loves us and would
not wholly break.
- The Control
Nobody forgets to die.
Some need to be reminded.
The hand you lifted from me
and placed upon your heart feels
how much I am moved in you,
how little an each each is.
- (Untitled)
What you are
I am. As if
to admit
the look in the
mirror of
the mirror. Not
nature to
be upheld - but
seen for what
it is: unseen
unless as
an edifice.
- (Untitled)
You sit there
at the bed's
edge and stare
at this man
trying to
sleep and you
say: Sleep, sleep...
But my dream
waits outside.
- (Untitled)
What in hell
do we think
we're doing
What am I -
to be clear -
up to here?
The Spirit
binds us and
releases
us. I am
trying to
say no more
than that I'm
trying to
say no more.
- (Untitled)