“First I had two men in my life,” she says. “Now I have no men in my life.” And I watch her adjusting a strap to keep her shoulder bare. It’s the aspiration of flesh to beauty that is keeping us alive. Cool and warm pastels above her bare arm, warm red

a form of nihilism is presented / to the mold the polymer made / trees created from this matrix / of petals turned inside out / and rooms furnished by erosion / finally until the fungus bloomed

The Strummer on my page / thrashes his guitar / in the back seat of / a cherry red Cadillac / convertible

Early in the morning I wanted to send you something for when you wake;

I step up to you & say whose woods these are I think I know then walk past you…

I stopped breathing when you came walking by on your sexual axis. Your body with its own inner control, calling out to me, even now. The soul was in your eyes. I could see it there. But the animal was in my body. And I had to tell myself, you can start br

The sexuality comes over us in waves. We need to hold things, someone. The women, the men, side by side, our features blending together. We notice the small curved lines at the corners of the mouth. We notice everything. And the animal is still inside m