Husbands are burning their wives;
The river, resigned, takes everyone in.

forever looking down for what I've lost:
a strand of fate I snipped and dropped and dread

but I’m afraid they’d wet the page, and you might think
     them tears.

al-Baghdadi picks his teeth with an archaic toothbrush. 
Salvadora persica from Babylon, 
a twig twisted green from the mustard tree.

I guess like losing anything, I thought
it was coming back at first. And then days
crowded round with nowhere else to go—

I am the wisest animal.
I always stayed in the most important sense
right where I am.

Blind bow spirit,

                           my mother,

                                               Beatrice

Every dwelling is a desolate hill.
Every hill is a desolate dwelling.

I miss the misery. I knew I would, even as I leaped
away from my brother to the tribal drumming
of my heart: Britain was more ancient then, the stones

We talk about our seizures and rate them on a scale from one to ten. Most of us are in the four to six (average) range, but you do see a few eights and nines (exceptional) wandering about with haughty expressions and gold-plated tongue-depressors placed jauntily in their breast pockets.