3:15 /2 August/lc

          STALKS: The map is never not there. On the desk or thrown on the floor next to, underneath the threshing floor:  What you've gleaned is No is a clear Thing to say. The body is taking it in, the body is writing it all down
          WINNOW: What Updike was doing when he said "Handke is widely regarded as the best young writer, and by many as the best  writer altogether, in his language ." - : was masturbating; stroking his members  inside the clean white box
          SIFT: The clean white box is what they professionally assemble when someone orders more than a few pastries downtown.  Your box is red
          SHIFT: a world like Schroedinger's cat. Tiny towns, black threads on a black river.  Marked Tree: faces like that. You wrote of a three-legged dog.  Yellow-eyed blues the day Elvis died.
          WEED OUT: Winter carving poems in stone:  put lie to the young girl who cut off her breasts
for the Lord. Delicate Self-Cutting as opposed to Coarse
          CUTTING: The sloe-eyed man came all the way from Guadalajara to bring you a hot house gardenia.  You are the voice of the wife of you singing warning songs: each note a poppy seed
          THRASHING out some magnificent miniscule fugue: thunder eggs: some piece of the red planet: gleanings you gather in your skirt, steal away with, bring home to a woman said, "Call me Bitter." Said,
" Don't tell.  They will fashion it in such a fashion."
          THRESHES For seven years here: people currying. You move through that/ now shadow of  the cherry tree on the thin linen curtain: a woman dancing as she is fucked. Poetry scalds. When it takes its hand away: bruises. Airfare, white boxes: to see herself as 'object' in a discourse made by others : another story, another continent
          SEPARATE: distance embodied in walking away from one house and one state of mind to another house and another state of mind ( there the red girl spoke of  the blood house that made her a red woman. The red boy laughed easily, spoke of co-producers, promotion, careless murders);  then:
          CUT BACK: Schroedinger's cat appears dead: white box stroking itself. You were never frightened in New York or Memphis or Mexico or San Francisco.  There was always a sharp knife, some blood on it: you would find that person. You were a lucky woman back then. Watch them, watch how it
          PLOWS through: spontaneity replaced by technocracy and the activist by the administrator. When the fever occurs the map unfolds on the passenger's lap: she is the wife of you who drives and drives, the right side you never listen to: the smart move in the UNsafe haven: the one trying to find the exit you lost as they
          MOW down the body BEHIND this flesh moving your hands: what is it to YOU - This skin? And attached to it - eyes, mouth mapping: let it not be some perverse strategy this inscription in bone this month of  the
          SCYTHE.