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TA-RA

TA-RA

stared at the ceiling
tried to read the stars
when they appeared
as if
  I were reading
the Kabbala or Torah

and
mystical moment, unexpected
abracadabra, wouldn’t
you have guessed
it, know it
they did
      appear, disappear

like clockwork it ran,
long before Heisenberg,
taking its, cue
from Newton

like clockwork
it ran
until
   it no longer cared
until it didn’t

try to
   understand it all
process it now
until paradigms shift
and it just
gets
too much for you

see how cleanly
it aligns
   with all on
that whiteboard
spelling out your
rough draft
towards a logical framework

WITH THE GREEN COVER

WITH THE GREEN COVER

I was reading your
second novel

the thin most writerly patriarchal trauma one
with the green cover

wrote a iffy little academic article about it that I let
myself be fooled
was
   so on the nose
close to the bone

and me
your student, forever
your student, never
going to escape
out of
the heart of
that shadow

and now
        that I am older even
than the oldest character
in that tortured idyll

I begin to wonder about all
the ghosts and their voices
and
all the spirit rivers
shapesbifting entities of
standing
   in this land

Oh we have our angels and demons and
rich tapestries of mythology,
you yourself
so valiant
    in the resonant
production thereof

to the extent that if
I am ever going to
escape
    myself
escape anything, everything

am going to have to
return to those pages again
yet again

unmiss
what I most certainly
did miss
    hope it hits  me his time
truly and viscerally