Friday, January 22, 2016


          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.  /////