In the sun’s house we saw for the first time what a complete absence of nuance would look like. How irresistible it would be.
insomniac eyelids on strike for overtime
In the sun’s house
Tag: seasonal pools
thirsty dog
the pond’s ice creaks
under her weight
I dream I’m possessed by a demon who gives me seizures.
No pain, no gain, he makes me hiss through a throat stretched thin as a telephone line.
It staggers me
to think that I owe my existence to the most athletic among a crowd of sperm cells.
Sound travels more slowly in the cold.
Over the next four years, some words may freeze before they leave our mouths.
The way my skin cracks in winter
maybe I’ll molt.
mountaintop pond
the blind dog lapping
at her reflection
ice rings
as if some logger felled
a tree of ice
stripped of all focus
I don’t notice the hunter
standing in a tree
wood frog egg-mass
anchored to a projecting twig
a gleaming ring
