Ysabel Y. Gonzalez
Dear Brown Bright Heart,
sneak into my mouth—crowned glory […]
Dear Brown Bright Heart,
sneak into my mouth—crowned glory […]
god raked the clouds this morning // have you noticed
// everything molding // into pasteurized colors // […]
my little nubbins are truest buttons, fuchsia-shiny, squat; skew
slewing over my pot, from my weak limbs faster […]
Where do dream & dreamer end?
You were mercurial as cloud shadow […]
And can you be so sure when his widow cat-rubs your shins beneath the table at the great banquet in your honor that sex hasn’t changed in some serious way as it does every eight popes? […]
Go. Leave the apartment threadbare,
stripped of its sheets & area rugs. […]
I put my faith in accounting
in coinage in metal in paper
in plastic things weighted […]
a fidgeting rectangle, the smell of carpet softened by massaging feet. there are few
places in this world my body is safe. the edge of a rug. the sharp line of a grave. […]
Hair in my hair, tongue
on my tongue, we shook
the snow and the Earth […]
Between Frank Zappa and Varése, nothing’s left
to listen to but the static between stars, […]
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