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Excerpts from My Autobiography

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once the image has life an emptiness says
it will always be so I stare into the distance
blind to trees and flowers
begging to be born but the refrigerator hey
are we doing stream of consciousness
cool and the snow gets sharp in these
huge piles in the back of the lot
days later my handwriting
starts to rot never to recover

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suicide off the table you start working again
with a miniature saucepan and the clock trying
to rid the mind of all the rules you’ve
made &
feel your hand tight around the thick
rope now only good for that
silly exercise you love

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away from the neighbor’s dog
across stinging fields we grow
smaller so slowly we don’t
notice until grasshopper parts become
our yard sticks and blades
of grass jostle and topple us in this
dream-familiar landscape we
learn secrets of slow growth, the rootlike
lineages of wormkind and a love
of the sweetness that writhes up from
dark earth and we long to pass
it on to our children who have
grown monstrous in the orange light

Fruitless Investigation

With the light fading, you need to know how shallow it is.

Some limbs grow back if cut and stars paint the black with exuberant death but here it’s squirrels eating pizza.

The wet grass between your toes may produce a giggle, but water up to your knees?

The trick is to keep biting the rope as they pull you from the volcano, rather than laugh, which will be your first impulse.