genji poem

And ready to carry lanterns through
I walk towards and surprisingly through extinction.
I will make copies of the velvety sex.
I will make copies of the absence before us.
Isn't this a beautiful, nonexistent city?
The language of expostulation is terrifying.
Henry James was known to build great nests!
Isn't that miraculous?
Do you know what's the funniest thing on earth?
People who believe there's a velvet rope
in poetry! I loved the comments
the Sumerians left on their blogs.

Now I want the monolithic drum,

the Marriage in a pretty clime.

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Here simultaneously
she weeps at the Thief of her 19th fan

& the moments which are lost in too-bright sunlight.