1995.06

Wednesday, 06.28:

Deborah Digges: “I thought I could grow old in this house.”


Thursday, 06.29:

I am made stupid by chemistry.


title: Questions for God.


[postcard to RB: Historic covered bridge, West Arlington, Vermont]

today I am wearing your white shirt
and wish you were here to peel it
slowly off me.  

We are having continual weather. 

My itch is bearable but I want
scratching.

Catch me if you can.

 


Friday, 06.30:

Does the acceptance of the powerlessness of language to stop time create/ allow another kind of power for the poet?


bare. cornea. they asked for your corneas.
it was all that hadn’t been touched by your blood.


the rescue worker surfacing with
a child–his wild, urgent eyes–
the woman had thrown her four children
from the bridge before leaping herself . . . 

 


“It has taken all my strength to do this.”


“past believing that love will heal what language fails to know . . .”


his body knows what it must do
he is lifting away from it


Rich: “It will not be simple.”