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  • say i’m

    say i’m given leave from my evenings and the nights of my weekfrom the books i read and the paper on which i writefrom my mornings and my weekday afternoonsthe lectures and the lectern at which i standleave to ride in a merchant’s carton the road out of my entire life

  • the horatio monologues (i)

    iUniversity of Wittenberg: Late 16th/ Early 17th century. norasay she’s jerusalem say she’s meccai tell you she’s another wench stays in a castle room near antwerp

  • five oclock’s the first to leave

    five oclock’s the first to leaveit also goes out through the staffonly doorits mouth’s a horn it leaves behindits voice is the sound of the hornits word is its voice that goes out in the rainthat goes through the rainwithout an umbrella without getting wetit wraps itself around the parking lotit gets into parked cars…

  • the hipwaders

    after you’ve movedthe pipes through the thigh deepdew and drops of riverwater hunched on the grassblades on the leaves on the cornhusks when you come in leavethem out

  • in a driveway

    in a drivewayfar in the north of the cityat an hourin one of the long nights whenbedroom windows in the house next door becomelightbulbsa gallon of blood pulls open a car dooras the kids next doorbegin to dress for school returnthemselves to the levis they wore yesterdaythe blood turnsbends itself at the knee shapesa skirt…

  • when i told the kids how the world was

    when i told the kids how the world wasborn i said junior i said prissy i said listenyesterday morning in the pasture wasa universe and through the universe planets moovedup the universe and down planets grazedtoward the sun rise and toward the sun’s descenttoward the rumour of the north starand toward the conspiracies of southern…

  • it was a day like any

    it was a day like anythrough the upstairs hallway most of the afternoon had passedall the doors out of the daylit hours remained closedin the time behind one of those closed doors i sleptread studied wrote talked to myself sleptthen the habit of the years was brokenas the late afternoon sun litthe hallway through a…

  • yesterday’s birth was bred

    yesterday’s birth was brednine months ago or sono bullleft handforearm almost to the elbow plastic baggedpushed into the cow through the asscervix graspedneedle in the right handthick as a slender finger pushedinto the cow through the vulvathrough the cervix in the handinto the muscle skinnedbag the uterussemen in the needle releasedbull in the semen turnedloose…

  • i want the coffee

    i want the coffee to come to my cup madeto be cherished and enjoyedlike a mother knitted sweaterso tell me always how mariaand the many who bringpails full of cherry babies pickedfrom coffee plantspour them outover the hundreds of thousandsthe millions who sleepalready in the bed made for them on the concrete pad patio under…

  • we watched

    we watchedthat starless moonless horizon riseup like a curtainthe slow fade of the night i’d have rather watched the slow dawn from the preshow dark in the theatrewe watched the slow daybreak go up the plain as a stage revealeda set furnishedacross with chevaux de frise 1 with a few trees their historiestheir futures in…