MFA Candidate

sweep sere articles blowing
down sentence streets

bag experience and recycle
in alleys and cafe’s

become a colony of sentences
on eroding isthmus

extemporise the vanity of white
cuddling phallic black print

memorize the addresses
of experience and denial

the wind in time will blow
everything into a confusion

In the Hatchway of Probable Impossibilities

Time stops / BEgins stitched and RAGged
wobbly-HIStoried / DAYs weaned from
EXpecation /a bullet / a bomb / a ROAD
a ship and ocean / WHEN ocean still was
separation / Respite / and road was DEStination.

I mumble AUTumn flowers / the DESicration

Between coffee and a half-CENtury of desperaTION.

Can you NOT ImaGINE that your ISOlation was
as much an ABANdonment of me as it was
you / young GIRl / losing the world / Mountains
and SKY / not consoled / argumentative
in the broken TIME machine.