href="#u8861abdf-e9c0-5abf-870f-d351ddc2ea83">from Endocrinology (1997)
from Four Year Old Girl (1998)
Aegean
Tang tang tang tang tang tang tang
ting ting ting ting ting
I eat a goat
bite into the flesh
of the spirit on the island
brown-eyed spirit flies
into emptiness
like an empty goat skull
odor of sea shell.
Perpetual Motion
1
You go to the mountains
stretch in the light aquariums
and wait—
stillness turns in its well
2
I touch your face
of rosewood and sap
the last vanished yellow
of sunset on the mountain
the first cellular light of a flank
3
Walking up the mountain
before an avalanche
you'll find the sandstone
of the peak tattooed with waves
The summit moves with the tide.
Chronicle
My great-grandfather dozed after drinking
hot liquor in his dark room full of books
When she entered to wake him without knocking
as she did every night being the first grandchild
he was dead. One fur sleeve touched the floor
Once he carried her in his big sleeve through
cold halls to the kitchen where they were burning
straw. His daughter took her smelling of wormwood
behind the fireplace to feed. It wasn't the same robe
he died in, but the same color and cloth. My mother
really can't remember the smell of lynx, herbs
against moths, nor the slowness of his step
which must have been told.
The Reservoir
1
The reservoir is trying to freeze over
with an expanding map shaped like an angel
Separated lovers on a coast keep walking
toward each other. Low sun reddens
their faces without heat
They are weary of always moving
so seldom touching, but never think
to move inland, massive and stable
