Sunday, October 24, 2010
Lips parting. Face askew.
Teeth touching teacups.
His name a shade of rouge Danube.
We are standing in the deadfall.
We are gathering heart strings.
We are plucking eyes.
When our friends find us we tell them
The spring will likely kill you, but
He's lying. I'm lying, too.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
While I was tossing feverish all night, Gene was dreaming we bought a wonderful farmhouse out in the country, perfect in every way, except the bedroom, which was full of bees. The window had rotted out and bees had built a large nest. The walls were full of bee holes. Ah, Freud, get out of my husband's brain. When I want to share him, I'll let you know.
But now I need books. I'm not happy with the books I have. I've ordered a couple, but I'd like to reanimate Frank Stanford. Or something. Dear Sandy, Hello looks good. The Selected Edna St. Vincent Millay is on its way, but I'm worried it will be boring. I'm chugging through Above the River, but it's slow going. Creeley is frustrating me. I'm in a mood. It will pass. Everything passes. The trick is to catch it as it's going by.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The snake leads the way
to a place of absolutes
where no man can talk
you out of anything.
It's a place as real as
an empty pool in front
of the not-in-service-at-
this-time motel. Each
person has a secret world.
Places where nobody can
visit. Places we live in
after our death.
The temple on the hill
is abandoned. There's no one
even to light its lamp unless
I do it. Afterward, I fall
asleep on the warm stones.
Safe. In my dream I realize
the truth about Orpheus.
He never went far into
the dark before turning around.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Sunday, October 03, 2010
I am thinking of Grandmother
who confessed to me at age 65
I have never spent one night alone.
She was standing in my doorway
and the light was falling. I was
saying you really don’t need to go.
But she did and was. There are
imperceptible moments when your
soul slips quietly into another room
while your body lingers. Mine did
and was. You find out later. I have
and do spend many nights alone.
Grandmother is long gone. She
never told me what she discovered,
whether she was frightened or contented,
whether she was at one when she
walked alone through her doorway
amongst her many rooms.