the prairie town

She says, everything happens somewhere. Directs those eyes like lighthouse beams someplace west. Doesn’t find what she needs. Looks at her feet. What she is out here: alone. It’s not so bad.

(Happy Thanksgiving!)

foundationalist

Poetry because poetry.

I.e., the form of the world demands the form of the poem.

I.e., to go back and go back, to the word.

I.e., irreducibility: problematic, possible.

gatekeeper

[I'm going to be in Paris for two days next week.]

First Day of My Life

[This is perfect]