Itinerary of the Turning Moon
C says it's Barcelona, maybe M's still
there, I say it's quite internal, I felt the moon turn on a falling tear.
Nothing worse. The other B was married
before and his wife was the Glory Sunshine Bread girl as a child. She
grew up gorgeous too. They ate butter.
Cow with the Beautiful Muzzle
Soft and unwrinkled, all of her. Just
mottled, tipped with pink, white, and brown. A cocoa-color, really, and a
bit of tangerine. She lifted her muzzle to greet us, chew and nod.
Same cow, different view. Today everything
else might change.
Profuse Wet Nurse
Also a cow though we all hope free grazing
and well treated and happy to share her milk.
The Extravagant Lady
In a good way she was long but she was
ailing in generosity on Tuesday when her ears failed her.
Excrescence at Play
If you can't play you can't create, don't
be surprised that the excrescence does it.
Dog on the Table
Because there were so many other places
he'd been told not to go.
There's a kind of inescapable betrayal, not
for love. He squinted and she couldn't make out his face and I'm afraid
Knoll of Visions
Happier there than all possibilities: no
feeling creature wounded or disgraced. Clear water fell in the corner,
through a collander, through a screen.
Take it in your hand and break it, take it
alone, take it to bed. The logic isn't broken, just abandoned.
Table of Doubtful Form
Exactly as we perceived it, exactly so. And
the terrible joke he made about the dog I was pleased to receive although
it was quite loathsome. It was a joke only when you looked at the sides,
not a table.
We all say if he could just do this we
would be happy, but I don't think so, it's not so simple. A kiss in the
center of the back on a cool morning would do it.
Diane Wald | Screen One
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