The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.
All day long you'll squint at the gray sky.
How much death works,
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
Where it says snow
read teeth-marks of a virgin
Where it says knife read
you passed through my bones
It seemed the kind of life we wanted.
Wild strawberries and cream in the morning.
Sunlight in every room.
The two of us walking by the sea naked.
for Hayden Carruth
If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
It doesn't matter.