The skull, when it’s not whistling like a kettle, is stocking up on unshelved tremors: We can only unfold the map and search out A Storm Is Coming. Before that there’s shouting OhLaLa in the convertible, scratchy music. I too liked the volume turned up. Her eyes closed, taking in being taken care of: a […]
When the Lord God went belly-up, out of business, little brats went shin-kicking through the streets of Lapaloma. The Watchmaker closed up shop to peel wallpaper off the Vatican. Neitzsche was in my dream too, in a tedious spat with Anna Mahler: the syphilis was invisible, so he thought, these are my thoughts. Sunny, a […]
I can’t just be tracking the lapses, those marginals about to leap from the ledge, falling leaves as symptoms, those late at night knifepoint takeovers – leaving out the feathery transient random pedestrian melodies, some centuries old, whole symphonies that still stir that stew of fantasy and biology, somewhere inside the calliope we call a […]
When I came back, he was gone. My mother was in the bathroom crying, my sister in her crib restless but asleep. The sun was shining in the bay window, the grass had not been cut. No one mentioned the other woman, nights he spent in that stranger’s house. I sat at my desk and […]