figments
I was born tiny, naked and sticky and shivering behind a girl’s watercolor lips somewhere inside another girl’s dream. The dream was of school, then of a pool…
And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests,…
What trippers surround me, barrio boy from the Rio, In search of Moses’ inch-long horns off Tiber’s shores? Corollas and cobblestone and construction outside four foot fence, Saint…
(The doors of the house open, to show Orestes standing over the bodies of Clytemnestra and Aegisthus, while attendants display the net-like garment in which Clytemnestra had entangled…
Oh Mummy, bound in tired, Lavish papyrus, Glorified mummy Upon your shroud, Forgive your descendants, More learned than devoted, For such mistreatment Of your frail figure.
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