fire
made emblem—seasons with her art, filthy jeans, dirty shirts, so clean, made
pristine. inside upheaval, California apricots, deceased, overborne, bled of
indecency; kind to wilderness, splayed in twain, lost for the well-beloved.
days under a tree, crackling walnuts, eating shewbread—an unleavened soul, a
great grandmother, a seed no needs shall efface. pure tangibility, impure
tangerines, taut by strings—the family heirloom, crazed eyes, never knew such
forest debris. if to adore, or care, without want nor design, to claim more
freedom—the travesty of its marriage, or onslaught of illness, such needs to
coddle, to feel cuddled, to hear life is worthy of allegiance. softer galaxies,
sweeter pies, such tensity in divinity; those NY hips, those Italian cries, to
have cursed bleeding skies. wilder excellence, brazen clarity, found, buried,
uncouth, undiscovered.
