But fixed to the page like a merciless star,

a mosquito,
how many summers ago,
you closed in your book.

The farthest to occur

LIMITS/DISSOLUTION

impossibly pass/impossibly remain

never explicitly stated

scenario for the unlikely

Mysterious clarities

Excerpt from a letter to a friend:

________, I just woke up. Of the afternoon variety. Perhaps a nameless God. Window to window dark. Desk lamp on. Last night, I don't know why, but my body would not own sleep. Baby-skull-smile. To bring me back to my senses I opened Robert Lowell and read the first line I came to: What we love we are. Baby-skull is the last line of this same stanza. A man is struggling. What we love we are. What else we know we have been told, one Emily Dickinson may clarify: "that the heart wants what it wants"

is a fact immoveable.

To deduce: what we are cannot be moved? No. Only we move, bodily, brainily, and then may the heart find its own way and time, and sock back down, into its heated cove.

A rainbow interjected grief

Will Be Sung. Don't Ask how Often.

What’s crucial about the grace state is its relative infrequency.

Our kind of holiday dissolves

I kept my jacket on, sat on the pink-shag steps, looked out the window and cut up a cold apple. Suddenly, drawing Elizabeth's half-eaten Chocolate rabbit was the very thing I needed to do. I took it down from the windowsill and propped it against the wall. We keep such things so long.

Serious Shit About Miracles

Will u sing Judy Garland for me on stage!!!???
Will u sing Patsy Cline for me on stage!!!???
Specifically, "You Made me Love You" on the juke box?!
Specifically, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow"??!!
Specifically, "Strange"??!!
Specifically, Booty Rap??!!
While I swirl ice in my rum scoundrel and call this paradise!!!???
As the dead reach back to smooth my hair, with all their faded hands assuring that when you exit the stage you'll arrow straight to my small table??!!
With your eyebrows raised??!!
That you'll adjust the plastic flower the dead disrupted in my hair??!!
That you'll touch my spine like a single note??!!
And we will head into a suburban Florida dark-as-dawn or a New York City stream of lights, talking serious shit about miracles!!!
The miracle of you and me being primary but never explicitly stated!!!!!!!!???????

Don't or Do