I’m dying from the heat in my cabin and I can’t air it out for fear of exposing my little family of little animals to the air current
Too bad

Some very mean people have just blown up the bridge

Leaped at the caribou. 
My son looked at the caribou. 
The kangaroo leaped on the 

O blue and nerveless
stars. The night and the
distance of the lake.

People desired things they didn’t know they wanted. Angry voices, heat,
emergencies. That was a summer. Isn’t there anything you can take? she said.
She meant, I’m tired of your suffering. The rustle of the pigeons;

In her dream
the wind blew her vagina out the bedroom
down the Spanish steps

This is the key to misery
It opens its miserable door
Attendants glum & gloom greet you half way

I wonder if Agnes meant that innocent love is the kind of love that is within us.

I’ve only seen a dead bird up close once. It wasn’t red but blue. I named it Happiness before I buried it.

A boy drowns in a lake. Another opens
his head against a steering wheel. Another
goes downtown. Into a boardroom. Into