Monday, December 17, 2007

morning concert

Chirps, tinks, gratings
din of the egg-escaped
little faces that come to a point

their aliveness, my joy, taken together
“domesticating” an animal must have been actually pretty simple. You took their child and raised it as your own, as though you had its best interests at heart...
I don’t read novels any more
the stories always end
what the words have decided

Saturday, December 1, 2007

reason for writing #259

writing for my twin
who sits beside me in the other seat