Nobody blamed her. When a god comes down
What can a poor girl do—for who can block 
His will? She never had a chance to think 

Another night of lunacy!
Another full and drunken moon
And I the dwarf and she the bear

Could I begin by asking what you were thinking of as the gun-
man approached?

Could they not have turned over
or taken more care
or left me as I was

The red barn. The Vermont farm
you ran away from to the city
or vowed you'd retire to some day.

Hath stored from the beginning
the spies and counter-worlds
within the foot, at the instep's

Do you mean that
my gaze is not a look
and my clothes decide

A courtier strides along, his feathers
straightening in the breeze. His boon
has been denied. From his clenched left

The Sun woke me this morning loud
and clear, saying “Hey! I’ve been
trying to wake you up for fifteen
minutes. Don’t be so rude, you are
only the second poet I’ve ever chosen
to speak to personally

The night paints inhaling smoke and semen. 
    The frail face pulses like a parachute,
    corridors of shakes melting from the boot