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New York Hello!, 1990, Ommation Press, Chicago |
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| Turning Inside Turning inside the windows museum everything smells good when you’re hungry, everything gathers in a room when you are a child every image is close, the wet sidewalk, every fear penetrates later you examine things, become hard, but the vulnerable core remains, sometimes a piece of dirt gets in, hurts, the weight of people’s different littleness, we could all grow together, to a different lightness, wet leaves on the sidewalk, a smashed can in the fresh gutter, light on the buildings’ forms, in film, details, then you are alone and it all pulls together into times of other people, who mattered the way they talked (to you), different lights (in other countries’ rooms) somehow your life becomes gentle, for one minute (before the hounds start howling at your ankles again) but the light lasts, maybe, after the coffee is finished 2/24/1987 |
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