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TEETHING
The child does not visit its
mother.
An ordinary enough situation.
The mother complains of her lot.
This is understood.
As the years pass,
The child brings home her old clothes.... |
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GLIMMERINGS
In the beginning was the mother.
There were planets in her eyes.
In her mouth, there were glistening cliffs.... |
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THE
DOOR
When my head touches the pillow,
the voices start.
They are outside the door, so I can't tell how many there are.
They keep saying how much they will do; they will help me get out.
One says she will dissolve herself
And come under the door like a gas,... |
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SUNDAY
Sunday,
And from the mountains' topmost trees
The crow's eye the village,
The houses are bright and white
As cubes of sugar,
The people in their black best,
Tiny as ants... |
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SATURDAY
Was there so much sinning
this week?
The earth is in a fever of cleaning.
The bright snow chases itself
Right and left,
Whirls in snow devils,
Blows off to the north.... |
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FRIDAY
Friday
And a stale kind of weather.
Wood floors shine like mirrors,
And in them,
The women see they have aged.... |
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THURSDAY
Thursday.
Wind rattles the houses,
Then shakes them.
Windows crack.
It is more like thunder than wind.
Every so often,
A great tree flies by
Doing handstands.... |
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WEDNESDAY
Wednesday,
And in the houses
All kinds of weathers.
It would be so good
To spread the day
Over one's knees like a quilt... |
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TUESDAY
During the night
Tiny goats rained down heavily.
By morning,
Everything was white,
The noise was terrible....
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MONDAY
Monday.
Heavy wet sheets slap the sky.
Inside,
Certain cats begin to levitate....
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EXIT
Some day I will walk out of this
place as if out of
The door will slam and the house will fall over
Like a prop, and the sky will spring into place... |
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