Friday, January 18, 2008

Blood Noise (Whiter Than Sun)

with Betsy Bonner


I write from a sacred mountain

Not only the
body, but the whole
architecture of memory


handmirror, quince
and comb
I've been dreaming

here seven days male and female

(big differences
between them)

wild narcissus will crowd
the path we have when it's too bright

to see

but the doves
don't mind, whiter than sun

who's here who's
here who's here,

then stop suddenly.

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