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The poems are processional, station after station, a writing life.

You write what's been handed out to you by life. You do not choose the itinerary.

    Groceries of love delivered
Weep out your divisions,
For Love,

    Neither the groceries of love nor
The love of groceries, but for love

I think you're having rather too much fun here
Tears
Yes, Zachary, Attention
"What Picasso loves about a face",
Tears
I think you have entirely lost the plot

Dangling,
Ear-lozenges unchained chained

The/sea/a/series/of/blue/coughs

Flushed cheek to cheek
      green/pink/suede
            vellum pinkgreen

Poetry is not about anything,
But those who are about to live,
              — to die?

When we meet

Which Sonnet of Shakespeare
Would you resemble?

    risking the banal, the absurd,
Ever impromptu

Impromptu, — else un-heard

We are each of us buried in multiple graves.
My mother
In at least 3.
I am one of these.