Showing posts with label tongues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tongues. Show all posts

Saturday, April 7, 2012

fragments

 
listen, she says:
this is important.
there is no border between the countries
of lost and found.
what gets sandwiched
between two plates of glass

*

he says from now on i’ll only do
the things that could kill me:  not
the things that hurt.
it’s a form of cowardice.

*

a syringe of tongues
driving each hypodermic word

*

it all goes down
like whiskey in a cyclone
the virga in the eye

*

this is a kind of aphasia:
that momentary silent
blinking self-assessment which follows
the soft collisions
of small children





Friday, February 27, 2009

kaffeeklatsch




sewingcircle mornings

the click of needles and tongues





threads caught and kept


and made to darn and mend





purse-stitch closures lipsealed


over rents before they grow




the tut of dear good friends

chairs drawn so close they touch