RUTH DAIGON
we made a party
for everyone we knew
and those we never knew
drank new wine
ate fruit
out of season
and sat on the ground
the smell of damp
rising rich between our knees
and remembered
everything we'd done
or imagined
told stories of a woman
who wore her flesh
like armor
of a child who
swallowed its reflection
in the mirror
of a man
whose clothes
smelled like travel
we talked
to the sound
of baroque violins
walked into rooms
our heads
sprouting ornaments
and later
went back to doing
what we always do
It's because the earth continues to wobble on its axis that we continue to stumble down the streets of the heart. It's because of the loneliness of the first cell trying to swim through its primordial pool that we are filled with a kind of galactic fear. For example: one moment a rocket falls capriciously into a square. Another moment, a rogue wave turns over the fishing boat whose crew leaves their memories floating like an oil slick that never reaches shore. In this way we understand our dying loves scratching at the door. In this way, each love creates its own theory of pain. Each love gnaws the derelict hours to the bone. But because there are so many blank spaces in history we still have time to write our own story. Wittgenstein said our words have replaced our emotions. He never understood how we have to cleanse ourselves of these invisible parasites of doubt and fear. We might as well worry about the signals from dead worlds wandering around the universe forever. Think i...
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