(a cento)
1
the day could do without
me.
as though time in the heart never started
I dipped my feet into its emptiness
but upon which I lay my skull at night
A hawk flies over summer's body
Dough rising somewhere
The earth saying language and vision
are nothing
I
refuse, I refuse.
I worry about lost time
I only
borrowed this dust.
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Line Sources:
Taylor Byas, Bejan Matur, Yaxkin Melchy Ramos,
Cate Marvin, Yiannis Isidorou, Ari Banias,
Sandra Lim, Andrea Cohen, Christian
Gullette, Stanley Kunitz


