Isn’t that something like nirvana?
Only if you’re an optimist.
I’ll defy emptiness
instead of dying
(Fanny Howe).
One morning the crack of dawn
splits nobody’s ears. The pigeons
wake up and do their dance.
A new season (or a new leaf).
A new television season.
I didn’t shoot the turtle.
My grandfather was a
knife collector.
When love looks you in the eye
for hours, does love then go away
for the whole weekend?
Take off all your clothes,
sanitize your body,
remove all words.
Nobody will beckon.
You are the mountain.
