It is the lamp on the kitchen table well after midnight saying nothing but light. Here are a list of ten million measurements. You may keep them. Or throw them away. A strange warm day when November has forgotten to be November. Birds form shrill clouds. @3Phototropiques@1. We emerge upward from liquid. See the invisible husks we've left behind called memories. The press wonders how we drink so much poison and stay alive. The antidote is chance, mobility, sleeplessness. They've killed another cow. With the mountain of guts I also bury all of the skins of thirty-seven years. |