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from The Last 4 Things Background: the liquid form we call water. The blue is in the world. Something is wrong with the women and the men. Stone is stronger. “My body is on fire.” That ‘existence’ was ‘pain,’ another list of fors. The first divided by the second is equal to the third, divided by the fourth. four corners suits the seasons fire air earth directions water north south west the gospels east your body lay like a moat a weakness for blue light blown thin and blurry like the picture of the glass and the book There is a chart for America. flesh and blood strong winds A part of the world can’t be visited. We worshipped these names as the names of our gods. The woman’s high heel, the giant bug, the little viking hat. I only have my personality to work with. Silver spike, the water at the end of the street. And what would everyone do then. Dear When-you-stop-you-will-feel, Black, the color of space, mourning, is green for rain. As if a legend to a map, I saw the room and wanted the life. Wool men! we must consider: what beauty means in the moth’s world. Call me your angel, your acid mantle. Call me the cricket on the hearth. Come this far. Look briefly into the past. Living in a house inside a house, you receive a transmission of “meaning” energy you cannot decipher. Nothing marks the turn. Early discussions about bridging a river. Primitive means of crossing. She had been there, the first to leave the village. Henceforth, the highest thing. Teleport an object. Teleport yourself a short distance (the contemplated work). Before the bridge was built, the early bridge, I never knew where I was. I was turned, in another direction so long. I wanted to explain. Teleport yourself a long distance. No one imagined how long you’d sleep. I wanted to explain— it didn’t mean that I was turning away. The canals with their black reflections, blacker than asphalt… Black… and then, the fingers… Nothing but a breath. The ear is usually solid, I think. The little body is hollow. We doubt, and are doubted. But it must be borne. |
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kate greenstreet’s first book, case sensitive, is just out from Ahsahta Press. Visit her online at kickingwind.com. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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