Excerpts from Little Cliffs

now

horses.

i throw berries at the wall.

we walk dark

circuits

around a hill.

come closer, it isn't

that hot. i want you &

this country of firsts.

it has not rained

here for days.

we make this house

by our desire.

i sweep clear the walk

you step each day home to me.

*

shore

marled glass

horizon blown

overexposed lake

twitches under sunset

whatever happens must

happen without skipping

*

From IV Sarah

and everything underbellied,

a done number. goodbye youth

synthesis. she wears a scarlet belt

into the grey downtown, hollers

puce into mummification of

three o'clock. we can not swallow

this any more, any moor

is better splashed a color

hijacker said one day

to memorize rimbaud

i'm on my way to that

she's dancing cars

oh everything and

everything for you