three poems from A Portable Model of How Memory Works
The swallow on your right clavicle
flies the ribbon KIMBERLY up your breast
trailing down the sternum. The left drags
the word ENDURE down depression sternum
both meet and tangle into a lace of nest.
Tomorrow they fly away from your chest. Leave
the nest your heart fly into darking dark.
They will spite their nature
they will spite
nature and they will spite the seasons,
seasons that now
now don’t end,
the stagnant seasons, universal
seasons, the stone gathering seasons
and the casting away stones seasons. Ah yes,
seasons don’t change when time stops. With the stop of time
swallows release from binding return.
Travel becomes the expression giving up all other expression.
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us (pillowfight) Last evening, ah we drank Beaujolais in coffee cups (snoozebar)
A tricky necklace rounds the clavicle
Yes, I know this is shameless
Let’s wrestle, Morningtime, let’s wrestle (snoozebar)
hey coffee eyes hi sad song
Busy touching till we’re dizzy stupid
warm & raw & again please
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During sleep she would finger faint ridges of the tattoo on your chest. So sexy:
of the scar
of the paintbrush
of the tattoo gun. She, gentle squeeze,
flesh surrounding swallow wings.
Caused birds to fly on your body
and she wondered if the birds on your body would fly
if her hands were not there to coax them.