Rothenburg's black horse
my white slate mind
meets
two dappled greys
four beat gait
in the street
It's the deep night scurry,
the serpentine course round and through rooms
that admits you're here.
Mice on the screen, boxes, and ribbons.
The sound of a small fountain.
Hair, and air purifiers.
It's possible to be allergic to love.
Cat like you
kidnapped from the streets,
meets space.
Sent into orbit, where
someone measured your
slowing heart
and
returning to earth,
cut you apart.
Endurance found
remarkably intact
dead dogs
a cat
Mrs. Chippy
it's a bit nippy
where you are
under the ice
Lviv-born Roxelana
(the Ruthenian )
was a foreigner
remembered in Maripol and Mecca.
Red hair, poetry, a kiss,
she was always much more than this.
I wonder what Mihrimah
Roxelana's only daughter
thought -
her mother bought a slave
then a Sultan, free.
She herself must marry at 16.
Mihrimah told by her mother -
outlive your brothers,
never erasing this -
the red hair, the kiss.
the sign -, used to join words to indicate that they have a combined meaning or that they are linked in the grammar of a sentence (as in pick-me-up, rock-forming ), to indicate the division of a word at the end of a line, or to indicate a missing or implied element (as in short- and long-term ).
Hyphenated
Table of Contents
Introduction
nematode
writing quiet
clepsydra
nets
an unfinished account of
new moon projections
reel dream
ta-ke-ya-bu-ya-ke-ta
scrimshaw
record of passages (river)
barbe à papa
well water
third teen
less than, out of or into
the thrush resurrectionist
the spongy moth despaired
the yellow dog (Carpaccio)
the yellow dog (Goya)
peony
float
water tableau
wrote
memento avium
the fisher queen
web
talking stone
trash bird
the psalm
a season’s sleeping tent
rice field underwater
shunt
allotment
beringia
the tree, the turning pine
bridge
Epilogue
You'd been raging,
beating your head
against the wall.
She made the call.
At the knock
you blocked it out,
answered calmly.
Police.
They knew.
they knew.
You realise
she recorded it.
Later you call
from the hospital.
I'm fine, you insist,
shuttered, alone.
You need to get me out of here!
We're agreed.
You need to stay.
Police took the gun away.
Inside your mind
is a hospital too.
It's in there where
there's no room
for your children
partner
us.
Inside you,
it's clear
we're just passengers for now,
along with the other voices,
all of us ghosts,
riding
synapses,
currents.