|My desire is the pleasure of waking moments after the person asleep beside me has risen to leave, having been however briefly peripheral to her consideration of sleep. A moment particular, composed within the ephemera of each hour. Though the|
Is it preferable to say possum piss
or opossum piss?
To call the old woman
Mrs. or Ma’am?
To stand in the woods in the thundering
dark, or retreat to the pond,
sipping handfuls of moonlight?
For the first time…
1. Windows! Brothers I never had. Sisters sane, clear, unlike my mad, abusive sister, dead.
2. Eblouissant. French words I like to taste. Etincelle Malgré. I like them all, stippled on the tongue.
3. Always here, windows, even invisible, standing beside me, …
The first time a Medieval castle was built it was done using people.
Or the backs of people.
Who were in love with each other enough.
So they made a city. Using their arms and hands.
To sculpt the torsos …
One rare day, I remember little about him in any regard, Fa told me interesting things that I was too young to absorb
I remember “coydog” that day, probably he used that word with the other men there, felt hats, …
in which many give blood, the odd pint, the occasional bag; the stranger few
drain gallons. Even fewer donate with such regularity that they have a central line
conveniently installed for extraction. Not that expedition and speed are what
The violin was laid to rest
in the violin-shaped grave
of its velutinous case.
The violin is worth
the cost of a college education
in United States Dollars.
There are mourners—mostly retired
Italian actors hired to cry on cue.
singlehood about as sensible
as finding one orange flip-flop
frozen to an iceberg
but also knowing
the kind of man you want
never would have let you
enter the Arctic Circle.
Michael Montlack is editor of …
Spellbound, stomach full of precious stones,
I watch you. Blurry satyr, fawn dozing,
prey on cottony greensward. Gotten goat
unwounded on the whorls of liverwort.
Man asleep on pale green cotton. Warm
man, glowing peacefully like dreaming prey.
Ticks like …
I will be closer to Bingo age than hopscotch.
Parts will harden, parts will soften.
They will burn in outrage over the latest
unjust deaths, a fresh but familiar two weeks
of fuel for the twenty-four-hour news cycle.
Pundits will …