can’t never shake the feeling i’ve forgotten
something. a mind like that. who needs
shock. reminders around the house like
yellow flowers. reminders flags of
surrender. bee in your bonnet.
can’t never be the convent. purpose of the
shovel is to work. i can’t remember. i
cultivate the bravura of the stone. i stare and
i stare and i stare and i stare and i. to be a fly
on your
never shake the feeling of dark. cannot can’t.
in the dark i’m a room big. i can dust under
the couch with my arm. behind my eye is a
line of dark. behind my spill of blood. said
the spider to
where is it you’re living i forgot. that near old
hazel’s spread. get together and julep.
reminders around the house i forgot. in your
uncle’s apiary you lost your virginity. dark
line spill blood and bee.
can’t never shake the feeling i’ve forgotten
something. i was going to argue with you.
head a stack of bowls that fell over. i am
afraid. cultivate the bravura of rabbits and i
fear and i fear and i fear and i fear and
shake and shake. your hands belong in a
convent like that. i’m a funny taste of liar.
old hazel had the stare and the grip. woman
in position. i saw her cross and her rosary.
below the shotgun. blessed be.
never them points of blood and blood. didn’t
don’t did girl now git. taste of the switch is
metal. as i got old i got a tongue. like a dog
and its echo. moment of truce and a fear.
shovel don’t rebel. taste of metal is blood.
i shake the shovel and i forgot. the blood and
the bees and i forgot. that land lost its
virginity and forgot. blessed be old liar.
hazel holds my head a stack of bowls. we
juleped. cultivated the bravura of flow.