Was it a vision, or a waking dream? [...] Do I wake or sleep?

traveling home: boise has the best pinball machines

russy's stall: a beautiful yellowing.

russy's apartment

a mirror: reflected

m. with new teeth
[she's written two chap books: one of her mother trying to pick flowers to no avail & the other of her mother picking up a. because she's been bad. Freud, anyone?]

leaves on a wet black bough

m. & a.m.g.

office bathroom: matches my eyes

fear I've lost this scarf: peacock over shoulder

sings for days
::venus--break us::

Lunar Tercets

Things are not as we would have them be. / The moon is not a yellow sow /

hung from a meat hook // on a drab shed wall: it is a moon. /

Ashes do nothing / while we sleep: they are trees. //

Satellites are not boys circling the low-back chairs /

and record heaps of their drunken masters: they are machines. /

The board-hipped distended form stepping in the foam. //

is not someone going to wet her legs / but no one, phantom without live taxis. /
she thinks, Ships in the night are cruel ships. //

Even if, her left ear aimed at the brack / even if the claps and peeling lulled /

she would not hear the canvas smack //

there would be no din in the hull /

no luminations in the masts: /

tonight the moon soils its pallet //

and what will emerge in the light by my bedside but No One, /

her gown ratty from seawater and sand and from bedless cubicles /
bedowned by whirling feathered things.

The world, at last, must bow and win / Our pity and a smile.

fabulous dinner with good friends
::st. with shaved apple salad::

legumes & wine
::the australians::

::lv in a sandwich::

enlarge
::he wears a badge in honor::

magnum among more friends

the new addition
::nori::

greenstreet over special shoulders

::902::

must get a new friend home

::hear it::

tailend of a wine / cork

the midsection of desire & conquer

mcgee: half a ton

the city of trees: almost gone

not so hot in this weather, but a time to die for

waiting to cross

After Breaking with Autobiographical Writing

framework

cruise

& knives

rhine

tub of horns
::tears of botics::

bodyful

st.

general electric