for Zuzana Hronkova
"Maternity Ward at Wesson Women's"
"Poem for Discharming"
A variation on Robert Browning
To live one’s life — Told you so, I told you so! — is commitment with a lock — so big. And when you swallow it, your breasts . . . become . . . warm.
Ha! Ah, yes. — A pinch or two of flake food — to the fish below. — And every time you raise the cover — gate to this thing — and light shines and they slow down, they think: “Oh, my gawd — is God — the God — merciful?” — Is as if someone reached into that pumpkin and removed all the seed.
Is morning and there’s a rooster in the barnyard — ? A fox is being chased by pack of hounds and — every step — minuteness.
Remember Odysseus. To the — he says: I am nobody.