Good friday, april fool’s day
Who rises from the unmarked
grave?
Lovers at odds with themselves
The tiredness of needing pain in
order to write.
I hurt, therefore I am
The lying in the spring grass
Like a cat afraid of the
approach
The scent of calla lilies. Funereal
The warmth of a lamp in a dark
room
The precise order of the meadow
lark
The unremembered dreams
The spaces between things
Chaotic determination of ladybugs
Random acts of kindness
Six degrees of separation
The inevitable longing
The dainty saucers of miner’s
lettuce
Drunken, singing in the shower
The distance between men and
women
Fathers and daughters
The darkness of divorce
Leafcutter ants
The ability of aphids
The analogy between flowers and
sex
That strange hollow,
The ghost shadow of pubic hair
against pale skin
My lack of desire
My nest in the grass
The annoying whisper of the
roadway
Light pollution form the cities
Risen from the dead
Only a fool has the ability to
fall
In love with the dead
4/1/94
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