Dust will gather beneath our porch
but we’ll be back next summer
to look at the path
where the barbwire sags
and the field meets the fence.
I am not your friend. I care nothing for enjambments. An integer growing a tail of decimals, I am famous for indeterminacy. Into musical compositions I insert the incidental buzz of strings. From a distance the heavens appear to...Read More
Amblard eats the native food and interrogates the servants.
He collects portents from the editor of a Boston weekly.
When he consults a Cuban thespian with connections
to the cabinet, Amblard embellishes with an ampoule
of a grand duke’s cologne.
maps…were blamed for the amputations,
for the soiled knees of widowhood, …
It was the line drawn through Delmarva
between one narcissist and another.
Baby geckos scurry
Along the railing,
Looking for safety.
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