Grotesque Purplish Landscape
It looked like a landscape, but there were
no trees--her cheeks' expression. I admired her earrings, heard in return
the story of their gifting, but then in the end there was nothing but one
color between us, and it was not my favorite shade.
The Farewell at the Window
This is not the final farewell; there will
not be one. The woman picks up stones on the beach and paves them along
the windowsill. The man can tell thereby she is angry and yet he feels
superior for this hurt. They will say hello again but slowly.
The Bear Cub (Lady's Body)
The Bare Club Lady's Body. The Bear-Cub
Lady's Body. The bladey ladey. The cubby boddy. Baby cub baby. Bare up
the bear. Club the lady.
The Man with the Blue Hat
I don't wish I had known him better when I
was young; we were acquainted, it's true, but not well. This man,
silently called "Q," was a friend of a friend of my father's, a man who
raised trout. The blue hat, cornflower blue. The trout, rainbow. I sat in
what he gave me: a raving green car.
Head with Blisters
Indeed an unfortunate cross to bear, to
bear blisters. Even if only from staying in sun too long. I found a red
blister on the floor of my room just yesterday, and couldn't decide who
might have dropped it. I have it still, a small red plasticky petal, the
size of a toenail.
Up against you, doesn't it. Lying there
doesn't help, the backache (bach-ake) with music doesn't let up, time
presses and he presses time. There is no help for it, only silence. Rake
through the water with a wooden rake solely for the pleasure of its
Botany and Geography (Lady's Body)
I don't know if he should bring more
flowers. They always seem to come when there is very little hope for both
of them. They arrange themselves in judgmental clusters.
Lady's Body Gaudy Bunch of Flowers
Gaudi's Barcelona, where we may be going.
Landscape with Troubled Sky, Swan Flying Overhead
This is exactly the one; how did you know?
The rain makes the inlet rise higher and higher. Swans here yesterday
cannot decide. One, large as a Great Dane, forced me back into the cabin,
where I sat down to regard his gorgeousness from the screened-in porch.
Forgot to mention the swan's two feet, as
huge as luncheon platters.
Table with Leaning Bottle
You can't presume to wait for an
understanding. You would wait, but you would not be satisfied, or those
who waited with you would not be either. Just one jostle by your elbow
and the bottle would roll down.
Landscape of the Formless
Ah, with the storm promising to dissipate,
with the gulls suggesting they head away from the rain, with
breakfast digesting sesame seeds and coffee, with the dream you forced
upon me and the dream I refused to tell. But it was all rather worthless.
Don't want to talk about it.
Diane Wald | Screen Four
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