Lift your face and drink
In the sun of flowing wine
Remember no sin.

The ambiguous
is ambiguous. It means
all the things it says.

Girl with umbrella
held close to her face—a clutch
of fresh-cut flowers.

Crumpled wax paper
scutters and leaps—mistaken
for a mouse, then bird.

Water of laughter
falls and falls and falls against
its all flowing self.

Former lovers touch
like returning home or to
the scene of the crime.

meticulous hand
composed articulate form
a scratch, an embrace

Waves of rays of light
Rice paper sinuous glows
Shadows of windows

Some omissions are
also an attention to
detail—mind the gap.

An evening sun
In the spring of huge roses
Golden plump and ripe

The bugs gather to
protest that they were here first—
angry gnatavists.

I almost never
remember dreams, but I'm told
I laugh in my sleep.

Ruinless city,
your marbles are glass, heavy
with splintering light.

Attend to absence,
Silence, meaning, a bowl, wind—
Coming to rest, rest.

She is writing a
meticulous history
of chance encounters.

Yahweh: Yahweh is
the Jews' god of comedy.
Jews: Jews have one god.

There is no new thing
under the sun. This is why
one should write at night.

Furiously slept
Colorless green ideas now
Refer from waking

Now that I've written
that down, I see that that is
clearly mistaken.

girl in a garden
cutting the throats of flowers
so much lovely death