homesick
1. 4,5,6, o’clock 2. provincetown beach
3. old blue boat 4. cotchpinicut - 2:29pm
I miss this place
pine for it like a long lost lover
like a phantom limb
turning a corner the air moves across my face
and I smell the salt of it, the sea of it
the very it of it
I wake from a dream of it
my sunbaked skin taut and tender
sheets gritty with the suggestion of sand
and for the briefest blink
the light of it
the incomparable light of it
spills through the window
and pools on the floor
sangre de cristo
1. more beets 2. red books
3. autumn colors 2 4. blood of christ
autumn approaches from the west
and from the root
cold clear air swoops in as
september rises from the soil
draws up the trunks of maple
the stems of sumac, serviceberry, ivy
leaves newly copper and crimson
rustle and rattle
and fall
insomnia
3. dead kennedys 4. insomnia
Hair, ear, forehead, eyebrow. Up to my hips in September, ankles numb, feet pebble battered. Sun rises out of the salty soup and sinks at the end of the arc behind shadow black trees. Each arc shorter than the last and incrementally colder, soundtrack muted horns and cymbals kissed by brushes. Small finger, ring finger, middle finger, index finger, thumb.
they write the book
1. wisdom tree 2. bouquet d’octobre
she is breathless, dancing
he is moonrise, calling
they are her/him waiting, dreaming
building balanced he/she cairns
of smooth him pebbles in her pocket
tiny keyhole mail slot houses
rooms to fill with
perfect pronoun love
2nd autumn
1. margate beach 6 2. texture - cp1
3. texture - interdit 4. living at canteras beach LXXVlll
interdit -
i park in the forbidden spot
the only car in the windswept sandy lot
and i’m not sorry,
…or worried about fines and tows.
i am off-season, up-island
fierce
la cage
1. sugar 2. beautiful little bird
3. descent 4. years of refusal
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her
from: anyone lived in a pretty how town / e e cummings
