A day can break your heart in a day
All over you as if you weren’t even there
It’s a different knowing, going is
Intimacy of discovery drowning
delight, delicate to consider
eggs in the tongueleaf
fair-haired nettles
gowned in such
hot hot cloud, hunger.
Choose your threshold. Decision is
not a point but a line, a figuring
that incorporates you, enduring
there while dying here, on the stoop
immured, distinct as a book.
Unfortunately silly snakes float through the car in the water as it pours in like it is
Yellow the car water like the gut keys for pianos compartmentalize in ball red blue and yellow
In what ways is a manuscript an exhibit? In what ways are these words animate? Maybe you understand these pages as an artifact, sacred words from an NDN; or maybe you read me as a sex worker of language, one who strips and fucks the page and spills himself all over it?
When I close my eyes and think of my hometown, the elements that come to mind are not that much different from what my great-grandfather encountered when he arrived in Cleveland from his Ukrainian village of Staryava almost a century ago, in 1929.
21. When you say you’re going home, they ask: To Belgrade?
22. For them, it’s as though this war hasn’t happened.
And yet,
23. There are exceptions.
MANON: If this keeps up,
THE WRITER: says Manon, who looks at the sky, which is not letting up at all, not lightening anywhere,
MANON: Because it looks like it’s going to keep this up.
Sandusky carried a raw and pallid three-season grayness of any small-sized Midwestern industrial town, but I knew we still carried the title Color Capital of the World. The hard part was that no one in the present world remembered the distinction.
There were two ships that passed & made it safe to shore
I want to stop using metaphors for the things no one wishes to hear