379 Readings

Ihre Kinder


There’s no new apple, unisexed, no
new metal, only a disappearing
            vocabulary and correspondence –
            the earth having thrown
us running unbuttoned, back to cracked

            caves and turlygod, to keep
            and sleep in earthen 
basements unarchitected, beyond a little fire
in a field, and the white-haired waves

pinioning terns—we throw our heads at them.
Posted 10/15/12