August 12, 7:10pm

snake emerging from lair
a process of slowing
and taming

girl with no breasts -
it is the right time
to be the strong, nut-brown trunk you are -
A rock, knowing how little
it can be pushed.                              And then,
at some point,
she begins to crack,
to split, to plunge boldly
but into confusion;
an uncertainty which she will
wear like a veil.
With who mourning?

midnight

before sleep falls through me
I reapportion the weight
of today's each ponderous event.
Sifting and resifting the grains of future tenses
shaving off thin curls of meaning
from precious glances; plastering
textured significance
to chance encounters;
In this way I make my day an artifact
certified by hermetic interpretation.