Sunday, February 29, 2004

Waiting, waiting, waiting ... blogger can be a real blooper sometimes. All these posts into thin air and then they'll arrive on the screen in a gush, days later maybe, as though I'd been pouring out the words continuously. But I'm doing other stuff. Sleeping, eating, working, coughing a lot (that's tedious).


I've collected my bodies as they sleep
all of them given to a little man
and he will presume to speak

because I am not
… a goddess? …

his horn indignant, the passages simmer
I stoke the hot walls
everybody knows better than me

Hope is the violin they play at my death rout
but I’m still clicking
and this body that ...

Keep moving!

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