They wore out the a …
Marianne Boruch
low sweet spot, blind as certain insects to follow …
Birdsong, face it, some male machine …
It’s mostly someone …
He was touched or he touched or …
It seems so— …
It includes the butterfly and the rat, the shit …
I found Rome in the woods. …
They redid King Tut splendid, …
I walked out, and the nest …
On rain washed paper dried, ink …
My drawing teacher said: Look, think, make a mark. …
I gave up the pencil, the walk in woods, the fog …
Some dreamily smoke cigarettes, some track …
Day after day of rain. A ticket straight to …
has its little hobbies. The lung …
The spell is a mouth’s …
When I think of the dead, it means …
Not that I understand things. …