The sick queen crochets bees from pockets palsied stevedores serrate, then ties with string the cineplex to suburbs swabbed in pollen. The poet speaks precisely so we hear the “b” in “lamb,” …

I am trying to be simple as ink. But the horns line my spine. I talk to you sometimes in the daylight. At night I try not to suspend. I hope it does not distract you. Celan said this to Liana …

Bear and reindeer cut up on a plate. An endless cave. A duvet of darkness. Your notes piping and plaintive I think are still down there though they traveled ahead of you too. They walked all the way …

X. The self-murder mystery begins like this: We are more likely to kill ourselves than be killed by someone else. I am the pistol saying  I will only say this once. Do not open the tiny door in the …

It seems that a certain fear underlies everything. If I were to tell you something profound it would be useless, as every single thing I know is not timeless. I am particularly risk averse. I choose …

We the thirst    brother the we water from the inside from the lips From nowhere to the lips We water inside brother we to say it water from the inside thirst and we    / Can’t never have …