Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
When We Went to the Abandoned House
The germination of coats and papers
created soft winged bats, and I swore your
eyes blazed like two pieces of coal where
they soared. Something temporal floated.
A coat held the starved; Was it you?
Me? In a jar, an emu egg lodged like
a miscarriage. We found so many shells.
A tall man rattled the windows
with a weathervane; a woman wrapped
her hair with peacock feathers, tears.
You said it was the ice that led us in
to find the phonograph: your name
audible, and it echoed back so that
even now I can hear the geist.