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