if by these recommendations I mistake
if by this mistake I appeal
large at a glance
the curb pulls inward toward a driveway
in which describes a false memory
in which a scoop
from the feeling of my face
in which a desperate reader
drops from each clause its subject
crawls to the corner of an eye
such a long way out
in which I credit myself with time
in which petals drop
from out of frame
from out of a scar the left hand opens, and the other















my luck sympathetic
across the body
the hands all over
close to your
I can finally say that
off the grid no
lights, no address
to feel at home
which exists
the intransigent
whites of new plates
I struggle with the
cold and refuse to heal
in the once again
in the damp
interior of the phone















earlier today (seawork)
deciding to sleep again
somewhat rainy
half-lucky as day-
light flashes the moon
I love night
as if a buoyant party
I could have been alive
drifting, semi-loved
we collaborate
on a coffee between us
what I think of the day:
outside clear
though maladjusted
but could it really be so
kind, could they?
light leaves the neighbor-
hood, at this point
we are almost eye-level















on a long walk I’ve not had
a cold winter in years
this is the busiest I've seen
the famous street, your name
in my mouth tastes
I can never be angry; is
unknown a storm that augurs
could the river be
the light off your reflection
the cold cold
grass, childless, and less
demonstrative he kissed me
my grandmother's age
in a pink and arbitrary wind















I can still
switch
in this direction






























I am losing sight of myself
the receiver, the dim
view and inside heaven
subtracted from bed but added
to my body there is not
enough to revise
into and out of my body bubbles skin
straps, wants to fold, in
an appropriation of touch your speech
gums like a leaf my spine
an abstraction in licks
I eat and eat without eating















grow my hair out jetting
brilliant and negligent
wear it down
to where forgetful
brooks into the meadow
we each each other
know what as in thought
clipped and vocal
your bird-like mutation
take me to lunch on
warm quilted in the crypt
we riding the gull boat
leaflessly wingless
overseasingly do we still
grow don’t we, do we not















the sun (growth principle)
socially inlaid bone-brace
garden of burrs
the prenatural dayflower
insensitive to touch
barrier island horse cut out of
a semblance of thought
of mineral, only
though it occurs to me
their arms sunning tender drapes
a postnocturnal precept
fog-box of clouded
dew with a radiant shield
o lenten ears (deer felicity)















I ran out   yesterday, I want to clear my hand














want to write the sidewalk
in your hand
my birth date, first
to share a bowl between
Kelly’s ghost-
receptive breeze, a drag
in everything cut
I feel neither old nor new
to you, leaves
turned over to show
us each disease—
& close to each other our
journals brace
found no idea no city
just a nerve its knot of sun