There is still a photograph of lovers I would like to forget. …
Larry Levis
At sixteen I was so vulnerable to every influence …
I lay my head sideways on the desk, …
Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboard …
Sister once of weeds & a dark water that held still …
Frères humains qui après nous vivez, …
So that the truant boy may go steady with the State, …
What I remember is a carhop on Pico hurrying …
All night I dreamed of my home, …
Applying to Heavy Equipment School …
At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum …
I had already decided that a thing could not be seen …
My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleying …
It is the unremarkable that will last, …
First Architect of the jungle & Author of pastel slums, …
My father once broke a man’s hand …