November 12, 2012 Verse Daily
Web Weekly Feature

In which we inherit the earth

& what anguish, unreeled in
— dark dissolves of eyes.

It takes years takes a lifetime to face
understanding hollowness & ruby silk drapes.
You’ll have those what-do-you-call-ems
too, kimonos, mirages.

was lawn a long time ago

The house uninhabitable, black mold grows down the walls

while she collects dead insects in china boxes, you know.
Past tense. Eyes
sightless, like stained glass

“I could already know these shapes, I could” wreck this dance we

(what’s that perpetual) (look back must turn
to the version where we
look up)

every inch was rained upon
Virginia Woolf

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