annual show March 24, 2008

cellophanewrapped
flimsy and so full of what-may-happens;
On   This   Cold   Day
                                    the small schedule of classes on my doormat
brings August
early

heaven knows we need some sunshine
Dahlia – 1 vase, 3 blooms, miniature, Decorative, Cactus or Semi-Cactus
under thick.canvas, a sordino for the obligatory unexpected summer downpour

We nearly bought a pair of yellow-footed calling ducks
and

‘why are there so many doctors?’ my son asked, watching
                                the livestock judges in their white coats            we had laughed then.

this torsion kills me now

: a dundee cake, cherries allowed

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three rings March 14, 2008

then again, we could
.
.
the phone burrrrrrs off the rest and
I burn off the rest of the daylong shadows with a match
Sulphurous
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.
we could be lovers, i suppose, but what for, really?
.
.
for fun,
for conversations about penguins
                         and sharing meals
.
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i smile.
i  wonder if he would say that if i were a fat cook
with a patio
and no thyme ~  and i laugh while i tip on my chair
.
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we could be lovers without fun, or friends without
passion,
why waste both by being greedy? – i ask
.
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i would never ask you to choose, never promise, never lie
.
.
surely saying never is a kind of promise,
let’s say nothing and lay in the dark 
.
.
.then again
.
.
don’t say love, don’t say love, don’t say love
.
.    
why are you afraid of  love ~ love is lovely? 
love is strong,
                       not snap.brittle,
                       not prinkling and shardish,it bounces,                  like a vinegar egg.
.
.
but look at you.  you are in so much pain and all for love, all of it, for love.
.
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Shh, so very little to do with love, so very tiny and nothing
ob lei gaysh un 
that is all.  and bricks.   Yes.  it is rather a lot about bricks and 
.
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you are small, come here, come and watch television and I will make you toast and draw eights on your arm with the teaspoon handle.  I will hold your feet and watch your face while you think about things and i will listen to you.  come here 
.
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i have to go now
to the river
i have stones to swallow
i will see you soon
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epilogue
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snipping foil with scissors is so very satisfying, so sharp.clean and perfectly blunting and i
  breathe and
  breathe and
  breathe . still . hearing the sea in the reciever, my breath soporific on return
{amongst the escape- the retreat of wordmemories; he shouts about the car and i crumple inside ~ for the differences balanceon a cottonthread on an eyelash and now, now again i am crying like a bruise, like an apple bruise and shaking so badly, and it’s all about the car}
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.

i have to leave three rings before answering ~ its just what i do, thats all March 11, 2008

then again, we could

the phone burrrrrrs off the rest and I burn off the rest of the days shadows with a match
Sulphurous

we could be lovers, i suppose, but what for, really?

for fun, for conversations about penguins and sharing meals

smile and wonder if he would say that if i were a terrible cook with a patio
with no thyme and chives and i laugh while i hang the mirror

we could be lovers without fun, or friends without passion, why waste both by being greedy – i ask

i would never ask you to choose, never promise, never lie

surely saying never is a kind of promise, slip slidey shale beds lay quietly, blueloaming, after all

i am not sure i understand

no, i am not surprised

snipping foil with scissors is so very satisfying, so sharp.clean and perfectly blunting and i breathe and breathe and breathe still, hearing the sea in the reciever, my breath soporific on return

                                                    {amongst the escape the retreat of wordmemories; he shouts about the car and i crumple inside ~ for the differences balance on a cottonthread on an eyelash and now, now again i am crying like a bruise, like an apple bruise and shaking so badly, and all over the car}             

don’t say love, don’t say love, don’t say love    

why are you afraid of love, love is lovely?  , love is strong, not snap.brittle, not prinkling and shardish, it bounces, like a vinegar egg.

but look at you.  you are in so much pain and all for love, all of it, for love.

ah!    o   no sweet you no no.  nothing to do with love
ob leigh gaysh un  that is all, and bricks.
Yes, it is rather a lot about bricks and

you are small, come here, come and watch television and I will make you toast and draw squiggles on your arm with the teaspoon handle, the way you like it.  I will hold your feet and watch your face while you think about things and i will listen to you.  come here

i have to go now to the river
i have stones to swallow
i will see you soon

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