Reading Tender Buttons always just about to make sense a half-learned a real language you can still laugh like kindergarten maybe or waking from a dream having to pee you guess what Susie Asado looked like from the tea maybe maybe maybe tea maybe not maybe it’s all too sexy a stupid man like me will never understand and I am as mutton I know she’s from a different book but so what if it rhymes like butter falling off bread to glow too glow wait where are you going are we going don’t tell me don’t tell anyone the secret keeps the bread fresh the glass hurt
Tag Archives: glass
potatoes planted in glass ground by mouth
before sleep
little storms in my jawbone
squirrels in my fingers
on which the secret fall
falls on
willows and other
memories sold
the fairy tale home
a trail of stars
to shelter fresh
organs made of glass
who needs all this change for the
better bury me in styrofoam
the song crickets compose ever new night blue stars
carefully lifting
the new glass bowl—
my hands on your hips
other animals 