274.
I want to tell you all the ones I
need doctor
because in your glass-wall cabinet
you display
one of each essence that pursues my
day
dreams are worse when you know who
they are
give them to me or make them go away
homeopathic relationships a kiss
heals all desire
this is me flouncing out of your
office crying on the daybed
this is the cabin boy on a steamer
that sank
this is the girl with the paper
flower in her hair
resemblances are terrible isn’t it
enough to have one of a thing
must her shadow pass through every
door
can’t I make you stop looking at me
that way.
275.
I lost the word at dawn I knew in
sleep
poor me a hundred thousand other
words around but that one gone
agrestic agnostic arthritic aesthetic
but still the mercy monument went up
trapezoidal in outline a frustrated
pyramid
built of all the shadows I have ever
tried to reify
a junk heap halfway to the moon yet
shapely withal
experiences change from other eyes
long after only by its cover can you
tell a book
I will take a net and go down to the
little stream
and let the shadow of its meshwork
float on quick water
and no one will be wounded then by my
music.
