The Cave of Fabric: A Manifesto of Geological Consciousness and Animal ...

Zone of Mouth

When I was
a boy I went to Mammoth

Cave.

I cannot write
the story.

In order to sing this song
I have to go

astral,

      I have to return to stone.

September

I can feel
the hen of the woods

aching beneath
the oaks back home.

*
It's good
to know you miss me.

Space Cat

The space cat is here.
The spaces between the cat.

I catnot write anymore, so

a few line
                     breaks

and I'm space.

Spiritwalker

I'm not sure

      I will ever be
      able to roam

      through the graveyard
      looking for stones

      which mark the bodies

                I know.

Elk Mountain

I can't just
take these coyote

teeth,
split down the center,

and make
them into a necklace.

*
The skull is fragmented.

White Mountain

Something pawed
at this stone.

This stone
where bodies open.