I’m drunk. My head holds up 
the soft vibrations of the room. 
Dusk. My daughter jogs her answer 

The Eternal
is like the ax
the assassin slams

A Chinese emperor, in order to preserve
his power, decided that he would never
grant clemency to anyone. His reign

The disturbed man chopped up the body
of the older woman for days and threw it
into garbage cans at various locations

In my case, there was no drama. The lady doctor
was very nice. I made my way quickly to the other side
of being not pregnant again. Of being without child.

The willow is bare and the sky is full of willow.
Weeping into gutters, the sound of tires in rain
flows down and rises up to open windows

He waited for her the last time
in the Cafe Eichberger, at their table:
walls the color of chocolate, tiles worn

On her dress she wears her body. —Blaise Cendras 

Concrete forest, puddled houses; clouds
sweep across the sky—a thunderhead
settles in. Think how anger seethes

Thousands upon thousands of grains of sand,
Rivers that know no rest, the sparkling white
Snowflake more delicate than a shadow, light