in the language of slammed doors
the loudest slam means acceptance
his palm reminds me of rain puddling
in the plastic chairs behind the flats
I hear the screeching brakes
of a swan etched on a mirror
rank betrayal with the metronome
what holds us together lasts longer than we do
I put my hands into the silences of my pockets
you don't slam the door until I'm two flights down
please find a reason not to self-destruct
my knees are crumbling like sandstone churches
I'm cleaning our house of horizons
the pain doesn't forget my body
I don't fear death, yes invented the wheel
What a strange emotional trip Claire Gaskin's new book 'Paperweight'
(Hunter Publishers) is. I read the whole book in a sitting and it had
such an odd effect on me. I zoned out, as I paid the closest attention.
It was trippy. How does she do that!!??