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
for Hayden Carruth
If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
It doesn't matter.
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.
I liked my little hole,
Its window facing a brick wall.
Next door there was a piano.
A few evenings a month
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.
O crows circling over my head and cawing!
I admit to being, at times,
Suddenly, and without the slightest warning,
Father studied theology through the mail
And this was exam time.
Mother knitted. I sat quietly with a book
Full of pictures. Night fell.