Thursday, January 04, 2007

un easting

[the underside/ when]

I do not know how to begin

the worm, or the heal

the ridged grove where your wing slid

[ I am not open enough ]

I want to open my mouth, but you --

--it's not a thing helped when wind
without a shell
hollows out your heart-bone, rib of when

there was a net;

see -- on the horizon there --
a cleavage like a fin fluttering the shallow

eyes of pale yellow that do not blink

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is this real?