31 DEC 05
The center-fleeing tendency
(one lie I told recently)
a liquid
like blood
or milk
or you, when you’re taking a curve,
covered in narrative,
ask yourself:
why am I telling this story?
Sometimes it seems as if even the animals
know
(having life, being life).
Slowly the fields began to fill.
He overcame many illnesses
(thrown
into water, into fire).
Play me the beginning. Cold.
A cold spring day. Something about
"from now on."
Is he going blind?
again?
(It's the family failing.)
Happy New Year
ps: Great collection of Fanny Howe links at wood s lot today.
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