Sample Writings
In the Eyes of the Stars
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Does it all add up to zero
in the eyes of the distant stars-- our little kisses along the chin our towers all eventually leaning our mortal languages the newest metaphors still hot as ingots our bubbling planet cooling toward frost In the eyes of the stars our bodies are mere transparent jelly our loves just a story with chemical words The stars with their dark sunglasses gaze on the future demise of our species impassive as gangsters Or is it we who point to the stars and lap up their sparkle knowing they also dazzle and die from My Mother and the Ceiling Dancers |
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A Map of YouYou’ve become my map, my geography:
the Black Forest of your hair, your alpine lake eyes, fathom after fathom, your mouth red as turned Carolina earth, those shoulders like Dover’s chalk towers, your Sugarloaf breasts, by your peninsular arms-- Baja, Malaysian, and your fingertips when they touch me-- Polynesian archipelagoes. Serengeti the temperature of your flesh. Your Panama waist flares to Venezuelan thighs and between them the Amazon, the delta, rare species of the Galapagos, coral reefs with ultraviolet fish-- in just a few short months you’ve become the other planet I inhabit. And your legs taper like a continent headed south, one ending in Tierra del Fuego-- the Land of Fire-- and the other in the Cape of Good Hope. from The Number Before Infinity |