will write for rubles?
November 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
have sense, she says
and the hem is cut. the tide beneath the knee
smiles back at me. sling
suffocating. with one hand only
grind nuts and ‘erbs and sun
if you had been in you would have
put your hand in. it’s like that.
town mouse catches the early cheese.
the trees drift onto the skyline, the
phone complains, the
gate clicks closed behind. oliver
is the name on the stone
overlooking the kitchen.
stand aside, says the water
it reaches through the air for you.
careful, it might invite you into
what it is: its