May Swenson

I show her how to put her arms around me, but she’s much too small
What’s worse, she doesn’t understand
And although she lies beside me, sticking out her tongue, it’s herself she licks
She likes my stroking hand

The popcorn is greasy, and I forgot to bring a Kleenex
A pill that’s a bomb inside the stomach of a man
The Embassy blows up
Eructations of flame, luxuriouscauliflowers giganticize into motion

When in the mask of night there shone that cut,we were riddled
A probe reached downand stroked some nerve in us,as if the glint from a wizard's eye, of silver,slanted out of the mask of the unknown-pit of riddles, the scratch-marked sky
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Body my housemy horse my houndwhat will I dowhen you are
Where will I
How will I
What will I

The flag is folded lengthwise, and lengthwise again, folding toward the open edge, so that the union of stars on the blue field remains outward in full view; a triangular folding is then begun at the striped end, by bringing the corner of the fold...

Fruit without a stone, its shiny    pulp is clear green
Inside, tiny    black microdot seeds
Skin    the color of
Imagine    a shaggy brown-green pelt    that feels like felt

I like being in your apartment, and not disturbing anything
As in the woods I wouldn't want to move a tree,or change the play of sun and shadow on the ground
The yellow kitchen stool belongs right thereagainst white plaster
I haven'...

“Feel me to do right,” our father said on his deathbed
We did not quite know—in fact, not at all—what he meant
His last whisper was spent as through a slot in a wall
He left us a key, but how did it fit

She sat on a shelf, her breasts two bellies on her poked-out belly, on which the navel looked like a sucked-in mouth— her knees bent and apart, her long left arm raised, with the large hand knuckled to a bar in the ceiling— her right hand clamping...

Stop bleeding    said the knife I would if I    could said the cut
Stop bleeding    you make me messy with the blood
I'm sorry    said the cut
Stop or    I will sink in farther said the knife

Beards of water some of them have
Others are blowing whistles of water
Faces astonished that constant water jumps from their mouths
Jaws of lions are snarling water through green teeth over chins of moss...

1 A smudge for the horizon that, on a clear day, shows the hard edge of hills and buildings on the other coast
Anchored boats all head one way: north, where the wind comes from
You can see the storm inflating out of the west
A dark ...