I shouldn’t take
These herbs, because
I will handle the tablets
of mummies.
Perhaps, nightmares of
crumbling clay faces
will actual my quickening.
With broken
Ears and teeth
In the unraveling of servants.
And for my
foolish prying of hinges
I unearth myself in attics.

1 comment:
This, and the one on the 18th,
very good--I really find the white space activates everything
you're doing . . . like letting
sunlight in . . .
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