Even as a child, I was skeptical—testing God when He wasn’t looking.
If every present is possible, how can we have eyes to see?
Before there was air, sublime silence. There was no one not to hear it.
He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.
It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.
Everything hung in perfect balance. Light and dark, heaven and hell.
I'll pick a black card of luck for you: star, pinkmoon, mirror, ostrich eye.
Imagine the world you want to live in; make the world in this image.
I slipped one sparrow black and shivering into my mouth.
I’m going to save up against the flood and stagger to carry nothing.
i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.
He greets you with a kiss and marries your elbow to walk the path.
Time is a hearse and horse, a carrot and stick, a window and widow.
Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.
our minds are not the same if they were the same you would be here
The stars begin to turn clockwise, freeing us of all consequences.
In hushed awe they talk of things to come, a golden time of flowering.
I dug a hole in you; I jumped (here is the church, here is the steeple).
I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.
Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.
There was only the gulf of our steps, our breathing brittle as string.
I told you how I’ve always been attracted to little violences.
If I bring the wrong pen the words look like snow piles on an empty page.
I let you pull my hair, throw me to the rocks, disarrange me.
Absence rarely makes the heart grow fonder, or so my mother said.
Lunatics call it annihilation . . . Think of it as not doing a thing
Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.
Imagine octopus, and keep the talk going through the chew.
They plant whispers where shouts incinerate into hisses.
The mechanism and its crank pull us forever closer, you and I.