On Metaphorical Reasoning

Summer/Fall 2009

Because I wonder what genre you sleep in.

Dust is mud that weighs the same as light.

The idea of plural was invented by a man in Thebes. Before him, one showed a manyness by repeating himself.

Oak leaf like a small map of the spring.

When the food line did not have melon, I had a banana instead, and realized that what I had wanted was the shape.

Wrist like a rudder wagging through the afternoon.

To speak in birds and the wrecked sunlight on your forehead.

The way a machine memorizes itself.

How everyone from Michigan points to their hand and says I am from here.

These are the erotics of trying to stay upright: hackles, seatbacks, trying to see over what is in front of you—

Manyness is another way to say crossroads. As in: sooner or later, we all go down to the manyness.

Sometimes the birds are still and the sky moves back and forth very quickly behind them.

Sometimes we weep ashes.

We put things in the ground to grow or forget.

Honey like the shadow of your lover going down your throat.