the bird dies of neglect1 The bird dies of neglect a Java sparrow overtly markedthe bird dies of neglect
Is this meant as a confession? This is a strange thing A token of one’s sincerity
A convention of confessionalism
writers out there confessing all sorts of things
A self-deprecatory persona A constructedness to this narrative A satire of this fine bird
The humor translates to all cultures It is the literature-bird
he kills
2 What is a Java sparrow? It is this persona It is cheap
Is this also
blue riderin the late afternoon on the east avalanche field a doe swats at dust. two years ago I was lost here and didn’t even see the ice everywhere under the pine needles, teeth.blue rider
I am snarling when she looks up at me like the angel, skew-eyed, approaching silently. is it laughter, the way a forest keels
in fits of boulder? a joke, when I call for benediction and the deer
approaches, conjuring live poems inaudibly dumb?
why does this doe come near when I call her near, expecting her to come, expecting her to hate to come. expecting and disbelief like I am th
if I am nowhere am I everywh 2i.if I am nowhere am I everywh 2
the church with unopened doors; the abbot, keys chained around his neck, stands outside, knocking.
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I tell her our roads will be all that’s left of us. our avenues will turn to altars, cut from onyx.
look what we remember of Rome,
the pavements and temples arranged like teeth in dirt. I whisper, “the earth is locked
in the grip of our embrace.”
I am silent; I do not hear myself. I run through streets, eyeless, laughing. she is pulling on me, (tear me from these heartbroken stones!) I am breathless.
To AsphyxiateIn March, my mother goes to Hong Kong. She likes to smell the letters and sniff which seat row is on the ticket. She likes to burn the airfare off, and she likes to forget her name, her country. She perfects herself in foreign characters and heightened accents. She tells me that she enjoys swallowing the name of the airline so that she will not forget.To Asphyxiate
She doesn’t say that she sits in a bathtub of despondency surrounded by rigorous tiles. She acknowledges to me they were blue, but you could hear in her tone that they were emotionless.
I know that she sits on faucets to feel the water running down her legs. My father
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~20th August.
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