In the beginning I was an exhaustion
of split dreams. I was so many women:
the one with the fist of clenched hair,
woman in the shape of a high leather
boot--the one who forgot the Lord's
Prayer. What is is that comes after
I shall not want? I remember straying
in the wilderness before love. I remember
the brightness of it, driving me down
on my knees. How do you get the best of it?
Say no to a man. Learn to be the proud
Virgin-Mary rising on her leaven.
On the sixth day, I refused heaven.
All my words a spite of black clouds.
Donestre
Cento
Twilight
is not good for maidens
Out
of this dust they are coming delicate
as
grasshoppers a light gathering
in
the skull
Crying
is a habit with me being able
to
eat and incorporate beauty like this
heaven / bad music
Myself
anyhow maybe as old
as
the universe
I remember “remember” means
to
put the arms and legs
back
on and sometimes
the
head.
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