metaphor; donut twists in matter—10
to the minus 33cm—its inverted fragments like Bay Area Poetry;
—Brenda Hillman
I
want I need I
don’t
die. And
I
seem to be
made
of fur.
I
had to ex-
plain
that I
wasn’t
allud-
ing
to anything
in
particular. Just
this
night and its
particular
loneliness. //
I
tend to harbor no
resentments. I also
try
honesty until it
doesn’t
work. ///
The
pizza didn’t arrive.
Or
it did, per the guy
on
the phone (from
Pizza
Hut), but when
the
delivery person
dialed
the number
that
was electronic-
ally
attached to my
order,
there was
no
answer, he says. ////
Only
silence out-
does itself
tonight. /////
