The beginning stands
Like an old shadow
Waiting for rags
For rain in paper cups.
Put the house up for sale. We’re starting over.
I stand on an ineffable table.
I borrow a folding chair and break the kitchen dishes.
I mop the floor as if I was in a movie, even if I was a movie.
I botch my words. I am smitten.
Beauty wears the seams of transience absolutely, and the seams of the
The amble of gravity over the hills and through the voids
Bare knees howl.
I will not have words for you
I will not do right
I will not do ill
I will not truth
I will not loathe