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March 27, 1990It’s almost a year and I still can’t deal with you not beingat the end of the line.I read your name in memorial poems and think they must be insanemistaken maliciousin terrible errorjust plain wrongnot that there haven’t…
Lady of the Night star-breathedblooms along the searoadbetween my house and the tasks before mecalls down a flutecarved from the legbone of a gull. Through the core of mea fine rigged wireupon which pain will not falternor predictI was no…
It feels dangerous nowto be Black in Berlinsad suicides that never got reportedNeukölln Kreuzberg the neon Zooa new siege along Unter den Lindenwith Paris accents New York hustlemany tattered visions intersecting. Already my blood shrieksthrough East Berlin streetsmisplaced hatredsvolcanic tallies…
If I call you son and not brotherit is because I praymy son learns your conceit your daring who came so late and left too soonIf I call you brother and not sonit is to mourn my own lossthat my…
At the foot of the steps a forest strewn with breadcrumb fingers sticky with lossstuffed with seductive chaotic songslike a goose bound for the ovengiddy trees wait shaken.In the wild arms of a twilit birchthe void of course moon hangs…
Timber seasons betterif it is cut in the fourth quarterof a barren sign. In Cancerthe most fertile of skysignsI shall build a housethat will stand forever.
A coral stone at the edge of Bufano Roadwhere the storm sat downbut did not sleepthe jack pine I used to cursefor its ragged outlineas the evening shadows walkedacross yucca stumpswhere quits perched all last summerfussing their yellow song. A…
The child believeswhat she sees becomes her owneach morning over toothpastein front of the mirror another woman’s mouth goes tight as a zipper.On the night wall desire hangsVirgin unattainablea tiny white woman smiling the perfect fantasy of my sister chains…
January 1, 1992It’s great to be able to call you at strange hours of my night asking you to explainyourself wonderingif that land you approachradar in handclimbing an unknown sea where sailors dare not go lightly is my face your…
Berlin again after chemotherapyI reach behind me once morefor days to comesweeping around the edges of authenticitytwo years after Hugo blew one life awayDeath like a burnt starperched on the rim of my teacupflaming the honey drips from my spoonsunlight…