There, caught
twisted like a...

Now she's going to jump.
We watch her make up her mind...

(Hostess. The word is a witching whisper.
It rustles like a silk dress...

My mind swims in a soup
Of words and decisions...

At the gates outside
stands a dark thin man...

Searching can be a pastime,
But lately time passes so quickly...

This body is not for me, no.
It lets me sigh in it, and laugh with it, and...

It is, after all, a polite seduction,
our mutually modified introduction...

I was writing a poem
about a congregation leaving church...

Hey now
come take my hand...

Heaving knowledge
in crisp, convenient packets...

It rained heavily during the night, and in the...
Fine men and women saw the puddle and thought it a...