the moment Nietzsche got ahold of Aphrodite a thousand swords fell from the sky
What the fuck
The house moving slowlyThis morning. Photos on the walls -Suddenly dissatisfied.
The chosen language and cadence of the work hefts off the usual pomp of poetry, without leaving any of the poetics behind.
Until it was stenciled by snow at midnight,
I hadn’t noticed the statue on Washington street.
I feel queasy thinking about what it took to get here
beyond the silent weeping we kept from each other
waiting for news that even one of the treatments had worked.
Or I might say
from fallen leaves
could not love