Tuesday, May 10, 2005

entropy (draft)

The night the windows all crash

in their frames, I’m not the shambled

aftermath or the boy-girl order.

The spaces between us are not spaces

at all but a thousand blue flowered

nightgowns. You haven’t yet learned

to discern the shape of things according

to your tongue. Heavy cumulus hang

the sky like sheets from a line

and entire alphabets go missing.

In the dark, a woman’s teeth

flicker on and off. We’ll decide

who’s leaving by scientific method

and the rule of light bulbs and iceboxes.

My skin allows enough lumen for the boxwoods to glow.

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