nothing is more humbling than to look with a strong magnifying glass at an insect so tiny that the naked eye sees only the barest speck and to discover that nevertheless it is sculpted and articulated and striped with the same care and imagination as a zebra. apparently it does not occur to nature whether or not a creature is within our range of vision, and the suspicion arises that even the zebra was not designed for our benefit.
-rudolf arnheim, psychologist and author (1904-2007)
it is knock-kneed and sullen in the bed, fingers trailing and flailing after the clock. it is an early morning screaming fit, coffee counter-cold spilled on my t-shirt. thursday
means never having to say I'm sorry, means a little brush of wing feeding the cats pieces of chicken off a china plate before
before, before before-- rushing into a knee-jerk reflex. thursday is
lips to lips to someone's new mouth, flush red and salting, punctuation to a new sentencing. we're saving wednesday and friday
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world
my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry -the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph