These are the ones that are so hard for me
sometimes, sometimes when I lie just awake, half asleep, or rooting
through conversations when I just want to hold you.
So incredibly irritating especially when
those who can't speak French are here. Wiggling like robots.
The Round of Images
You gave me many, and the best of all
these. And then one day I went beyond, and one day I sang you.
I never understood the job he said he had
in the war. It was something with codes and puzzles and he used a white
cane to be blind. I was tall and I loved him.
Tissue of Episodes
Living in the cool woods museum with the
strange owl-face. Kissed like a fair Rumpelstiltskin on ice. We admit it.
I must have purchased four of these before
finding the one that sufficed.
Villager with Close-Cropped Hair
Hair of the personage, I thought you'd say.
The whole book I'd visualized really well, but I couldn't see over his
The Life of Pleasure
The Sea of Heartbreak.
Woman Trying on Hat
O for god's sake all this trying on is fun
and especially the gangster hat with flowers with the hatband all
The Substance of Stars
I can't tell how you know this and you are
crushing my spine. I trust you, but I can't tell why. You believe me for
no reason. The stars are like eyes.
Spirit of Tarnish
Something keeps pulling me back to the edge
of the mantelpiece: B was there. Something he was trying to say about the
silence, his and J's, though not the J we think of. A pale turquoise hid
there, and a wild watch on his arm.
The Puckered Collar
All tuckered out. Rinsed in saline forests.
Blue around the edges. Sweet wide and yellow. A white patch.
The Old Man of the Beach
Not on the beach, of the
beach, which you'd think would make all the difference. Formed of the
beach, perhaps, like a shallow puddle in the shape of torso, arms, legs
in whitest sand. Beard made of seaweed, scallops for eyes.
Diane Wald | Screen Thirteen
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