the crucible of thought
I'm wiping my face
with french words:
j'avais faim
depuis vingt ans
transparent insertions
into the eye
tell me that sprezzatura
really does equal reckleſsneſse
the car accident
gives me time to think
as the tree wraps its trunk
around my neck
as the acorn
scorns the hog
i dream that you and I
have a child
and it is a bird
and it is good