Dialogue with my shadow
S: I do not hide as much as you expect
N: You speak so many names, outlined in the dark
S: A precision
S: Or a clumsiness,
N: I assume, without bones...
S: Look, I give you canine legs!
S: Wings now!
N: Along with the sun, you notice what I love
N: It rains through me
S: It rains through me
nocturne and lick of lime,
witness, collection of rain, all in a person. Research to summon memory written thru the
eye, sent out. There is no certainty on the subway, in the desert. I summon a Saudi Arabia in
infiniteheat infinitethread, and a Greece where I mean what I say. Facts, hard like knuckles,
are rarely true, no time to rewrite, and I am an object of air, all for air, more palpable at the
moment when the ear opens towind tojoy, of which there is never enough.
Dialogue with the sky
N: You burden the mountains
N: Bring country to the doorframe
S: Can’t wait, can’t wait
N: Darken the feather
N: Scatter the white sheet
N: Pattern a track for leaving
S: Where to look?
N: Are seven times blue
S: How many times around?
Unsought memory returns,
thin and polite, at the wrong time, hello? Mouthful of wind, rapid like blinking eyes, held up
to the light but I cannot see through it. If I wanted to, if I were like it, if I could stand, if
language could... the words arrive late, there is no poem here.