Swing Back
Older, I should be thatsubtle creature, the animal squeezing heart from mouth.I’m a sequence of years trying to solve a room through a glass window. We wait, duplicate a paradox, verify an awkward pause. I want to open skeletons, to come warm-bloodedinto a faint decay, the afternoon enough to run down menace. Modern, I lay on the coffee table, smiling…. Read more →