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! LANDSCAPE
! The Wind at my Face! Panther Mountain! Science Times! Paumanok Pastoral! Occasional Verse! Tadoussac! The Love of History! Out Back
! ADDRESS! The Body’s Water! Frostiana! Winging It! Sapphic! Mirror Talk ! Letter to a Stranger! Ruins! February Song! Diogenal! Bethany! Sirens
! SPLEEN! Speak ! An Inheritance! Meteorology! Savasana! Stone! Depression! Benedictus! Our Bodies! Jamais Vu
! A Certain! Avram
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!
! “the ten thousand acts which encumber! and engross all the days between,! we will read every page of it,! for if the ancestors have pressed! a love-flower for us, it will lie! between pages of the slow going,
! where only those who adore the story
! can find it.”
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! THE WIND AT MY FACE
You say I
remind you of a bear
but do you know
how the bones of a bear
and the gut of itrot beneath the leaf fall,
the vast topography of snow
and throughout it the pines,
that if you came close
I would tear you limb
from limb
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! PANTHER MOUNTAIN
We tried to fuck in the tent
the night before, were visited
instead by the footfalls
of invisible predators. Made it
to the morning, and when I opened
the tent and left it wind
met my wet skin. Engulfed by trees, before the ashes
of yesterday’s fire, there is not a soul
but me in the woods.
From the fire pit, a trail
leads northward to the edge
of the ridge, small and brambled.
The stones here are older even
than they are deep. I perch on the hottest,
as at the base of the cliff a skunk rummagesthrough the moss and dead leaves.This shadow of a leaf on my hand cannot be
the shadow of the cloud
on the face across the valley.
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! SCIENCE TIMES
The paper told
what the scholars now knew,
how the sun will die
once it runs out
of breath. Like a storm
without wind, the crushing
fluctuation presaging a chill.
What could my father
say to his child’s panic? Only
that this future was not ours. I must
have known then and still the train raced
trembling toward the towers and their city.
It took fifteen years
or so for my body to learn
what I inferred: my cells bulged and shrunk to invisible tides:my borders ceased to be borders.
Now I feel it
in my skin and beneath, through
to the flickering organs.
Now it all comes together, how a vessel
is thrown and the body fired, how the inside
and the outside birth each other. How it carries
the borderless to your lips. Why when humpback whales converge from continental wanderings
they race to each others’ skin and stay.
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! PAUMANOK PASTORAL
In the orange sulfur streetlight the slug
rolls left, offers his slick stomach,
and then back right, and slowly so
pushes toward my foot across the stone.
! This damp night the lawn, warm sod —! across here — slow summer wind
! along skin, tickling bulbs.
And then this morning squirrels, along the fence
tips, the electrical wires, the bare branches:
chirping and cooing.!! Winter morning winter morning! greedy air.
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! OCCASIONAL VERSE
Around back is the garden
Ben had gone on about
after your bad trip but before
the whole house slid
into filth and factions.
A year after and it ismostly choked by the white
geodes of dandelion
which only the mint and a
tangle of parsley survived.
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! TADOUSSAC
Halfway in
stand of black birch
flecked red, pale mitts of leaf.
Battered stones
of a ruined cistern, field
that once was tilled.
Then the drop
toward water, transformation
of path to plank,
a whirlpool down to shore.
Wooden turret
in an ocean of air.
God the water.
Rippling prairieof glass — the wind, the wind.A world birthed by glaciers.
Distant white hides, scarred,
break surface: an arch
a swell of whaleskin.
Below water, out
of ears’ reach a fierce
moan of call.
The dipping into air
lung full of ocean —mist: exhale — mingling
of sky and sea,
the insatiable darkness of the firs.
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! THE LOVE OF HISTORY
Now the second month:
it is time to resettle
in homes and in love. Snow slides
from the branches, pulp having caught
your shouts, having resonated. Allow
me to route them back through your bones.
! New York reached
! yesterday, the most snow
! in a century. My father’s gut! sister’s knee mother’s back ! don’t work and so I spent! daylight digging among! the fresh mountains.
Our white pine has lost
a limb at least for eachyear I’ve lived. Notches climblike vines up the trunk.
! I was not delivered! here but sprouted among! the raspberries and rhododendrons.
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! OUT BACK
They have learned how to live
between us, the squirrel the possum
and the owl, crossing
the street as we turn away,
sleeping in our yards.
This is the first dayof winter the last of fall:
across the street the yellow leaves
crowd the gutter, creep
over the curb and up
toward the lawn – breaking
there into the circle of red dropped
suddenly at noon.
! The birds knew
it was still safe when they cameweeks ago, at once in a morning: jays, robins, swallows, orioles
in every bush and canopy
of the yard, calling. Shrieks from every
direction in the early fog.
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! THE BODY’S WATER
Say: your father washed the wine
glass by hand by night,
but say: he held me
through, and hefts you now,
say: he has buried his mother,
say: these tall aspens
their silent leaves,
say: his body riddled with quarries
they fill and they drain out,
say: the pages he knew have gone.
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! FROSTIANA
! 1.
How a log pile actually
lives in winter:
home for chipmunks and squirrels
you see, when you take off the tarp
the husked berries, clustered
in the cracks between logs.
! 2.
Under them bring a match
to the newspaper and needles.
Blue geysers of fireroll from the crevassesof the blackening wood.
Like the ghost of moss.
Flash of flame at the edge.
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! WINGING IT
Rosemary — was it
how it seemed? When we
walked out from the trees
into the glowing sumac saplings! (cilia lit like filaments)
didn’t you think too for
a moment of divinity? Didn’tyou too feel a little in love?
The sudden geese above us,
and the freezing marsh.
The field with us in it
was not as we’d seen
from the road, but it was
the one we’d hoped to breach.
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! SAPPHIC
Aphrodite, lady of mis
communication, never
allow me to avoid this! humiliation.
You who have made
me mute, please keepmy words. If they were to return
! I would go blind.
! ! Her skin’s
keratin filings tear mine
from mine. Her opal eyes.
! Lady, you will show me
one day how to make flowers,
to make trees of my pooruninhibited mouth, teethlodged throughout the trunk.
! And though by then my eyes
will have melted, been eaten by ants,
they will have seen the strange
est sounds and scents.
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! MIRROR TALK
You cannot keep needing
the touch of every passerby. This is
actually how it goes: now. You will
not be reborn.! This body
now begins to flicker on
occasion: a gust catches your coatand at once everything is yellow.
Your arm’s a foreign body, ligament
and dark hairs.
Find them now,
the ones you want to love.
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! LETTER TO A STRANGER
! 1.
That night I dreamt a tree
bare summer branches
stood in the yard where in daylight
I buried the old mango, unwilling
to watch it rot.
! 2.
Some early year, still too young to know,
I walked through the apocalyptic
light of summer, past the tangle
of honeysuckle beside the trash cans
and onto the grass. Long buried creatures
pried themselves there from the earth
and clambered across my bare feet, wings
squirming at this new kind of heat.
! 3.The porch light is on but beyond it
cicadas buzz in the canopies.
The crimped grasses are dying
out where in another darkness
a raccoon smelled the fruit underground
and tore through the soil.
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! RUINS
It is about
time we forgave ourselves:
you for failing to hold
what you’d gathered, me
for failing always to keep what I should.For the world around us,
the crumbling buildings and burning fields.
These are my fears and roadsigns,
and your themes, your needs, but oh
I want them ours.! I want to call you
my kite — ribboned, taloned,
turning in the wind.
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! FEBRUARY SONG
Alone, alone, alone.
You could own me and still
be so.! Please, read
through these lenses, go gray,
grow old. Your inelastic skin
will still hold in! the cold.
All told, all known. I willgo elsewhere now.
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! DIOGENAL
A wax bead slips
over the lid and half-
way down the candle,
in the sunlight revealed
clear as pine sap.
The warm air freezesit again, back
into the body. And the trunk burns
carefully down, again approaching.
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! BETHANY
Locks the door behind
her, pushes some thing
against it. Her room,
sealed - a hive
of the unearthly.
A lowhum, then, and some
Olympian crash.
A river
willow's slow creak:
overtones like comb
bristles.
This is the scene
as told, at least, by the living room
I know
it is different -
Do you sit centered
on the floor, or
twitching in a corner?
The music, does it
flow from your pores?
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! SIRENS
I cannot conceive it, really
how the body betrays us,
but I see it is happening to you.
It was this time
of year, when Rachel watched
grandma’s body finally die.
Your joints swell, slowly burning
through the kindling. Even sooner
than planned your body does
itself in.
! The wail of firetrucks was
designed to reach even the deaf —
oh but mother listen how
beautiful it is, passing in the night.
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Spleen
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! SPEAK
Say it as she did:
say the urges and aches
the am I more womanly
than other men? The motion
of flesh to lip, closed circuit.
I too want to be touched by too many warm-skinned women.
Too many hair-carriers, orgasm-
sharers, too many scarred bodies
to consume and inhabit in time.
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! AN INHERITANCE
Follow the prints down
the driveway, try to be the dog.
Loose black face hair.
Creaking snow.
Twenty, sixty robins, eating berries
in small trees to my rightand across the road.
They glide and fall between branches
like the firing of neurons.
I stare. The birds chirp together
like the terrible breaking of a wave
out at sea.
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! METEOROLOGY
Well figure it out
my mother would say,
but there is no reason
for a wind. Moods
pass through me like particles
sent by the sun. A few flare at a time,
somehow from sorrow to still: you arethe same as the flowers, the fire,
the flame.
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! SAVASANA
Palms up. Not to receive
a coin or test for rain, only to keep
your fingers from the ground.
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! STONE
North, beneath
a snow-covered lake
a slow parting begins.
Limestone fractures, granite
presses against shale.
At the lakeshore, a reed
twitches and the still water blinks in reply.
Our lips are not drawn
together, but are towed
through the other’s jaw
and leg down toward the floor,
where a grate exhales
the shattering of hooves.
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! DEPRESSION
! stomach down
on a bed, I am beginning already
to decompose. Blueish bones,
flexible, as they were before
the hardening. They could not hold me
up against the wind.
! outdoors, the rain
falls on the sparrow, the feral dog.
The swallow cannot be without the barn.
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! BENEDICTUS
This is a privilege the leaves do not get,
to peel their slick bellies
from the cobblestones and take again
to the wind.! And the steady trees
along the road, charred black
by rain can’t return
! to their rooting place:
this street seen so often that memories
cede to terrain. For them the place
has become the moment.! We are alone here
though there are so many of us.
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! OUR BODIES
Before you were winked up out
of the marsh grass, you were jawless.
One must have been carved
from a cypress knee, or else been found floating
on the way up from the muck
for here it is – strapped to your skull,
grafted, like a maple grown aroundan iron stake, uncertain how it arrived.
I would like to believe
only we were built this way, you
who I have barely met yet seem
to have been born beside. Now the crowd
empties onto the platform, as much wave
as beasts. Follow them with me. We will leave,
when we leave, our jawbones behind.
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! JAMAIS VU
My nose did not know you
that last night you called, came
and slipped again into my bed.
We fucked up fucking, and I
wept that I asked you to leave and you did.
Never seen: robbed likethe clearing among the tall trees
was as the mushrooms
squirmed through my blood.
Like your brown gaze frozen,
like her blue, her red. Like the
alien fauna aside the path, the wind
father bearing down.
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! A CERTAIN
After the better
part of a decade I still
feel your hair on my cheek.
You were the passage rite,
with me sprouted
our remainders into limbs:
mottled sycamore arm, cardinalears, and jay. No lover
will ever know the body you loaned
or lived instead inside. Cool wet
on the basement bed.
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! AVRAM
Shoveling I saw
the Bartels girl in her yard
atop a drift, learning the same
way I did about a world outside.
I am not, by any means
old. But already I am learninghow living goes. You are not
allowed to choose to take
that knife to your penis:
it is long since done.
To get down, when you
have gotten up about as far
as seems safe, you must back out.
You are taken to the mountain
and somehow spared.
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NOTES & DEDICATIONS
Diogenal: Diogenes was an early Cynic philosopher who oncelooked with a lantern in daylight, “for an honest man”
Epigraph is from Galway Kinnell
Science Times: for my parents
Letter to a Stranger: for ADB
Ruins: for LCStone: for AS
A Certain: for AD