HEART THREAD, Part Nine

9.
Catch what we can to clutch
cheesemaker up to her elbows in whey
the curds form by themselves
we gather we gather
we are so poor in Pyrenees
uphill but no sheep
psychiatrist but no peace
it would be easier if we had souls
but nothing measures nothing means
parse the situation with wet lips
reach out from your name
out from the clock.  

HEART THREAD, Part Eight

8.
O it’s obvious enough
the way things are
oil burner grumbles on
chilly premises of northern
philosophy
what is the matter with the English?
Why can’t they decide
the mind knows nothing about the mind
every table cut flowers in a terra
cotta pot
remember every day and night
the promises you made to the sky
our everlasting witness
the house around our house.  

HEART THREAD, Part Seven

7.
Liturgy enough for aftermath
aftermath enough for anybody
am radio on Sinai
she stood before us
made of color horns of her hips
broken plaster would you wall
even everything after all
I learned to listen to her bones
foreign woman but not so far
so pale the ruler of this house
frantic elsewhere sand in the shoe
we move swimming through the breath.

HEART THREAD: A Fugue, Part Six

6.
Empty wineglass in the other’s hand
haven’t felt this free in weeks
yellow fruit smatter of purple
finches
legitimate inferences from the
sciences
how little we kiss
could you build a car from scratch
a jet engine even a radio?
we have so much and know so little
it’s all just put in our hands
no wonder a devil
hide in the attic
archaic paperweight family Testament. 



MEMO TO SELF

Dear Self,
               I have adored you
all our lives
and you come first
all the time
Did I spoil you?
Did you spoil me?
Even now we’re sharing this cup of coffee
brewed in our hotel room
just like the real thing
in this city where we were born.
But I wonder how real we are.
If you’re real, then what am I?
And if you’re not, 
who

have I been taking care of all these years?