Headwater. Mouth of the river. So hard to understand where it starts and where it ends, to remember the headwater tiny, a trickle, a bubble up out of dry ground, and the mouth—wide as a country. With greater ease I learned the dark swimming moons beside my rowboat in Crystal River were sea cows. Manatees. […]
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“What becomes of the past if the future snaps off, brittle, the present left as a jagged edge opening on nothing?”
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I would wash my hands
After opening the refrigerator
And looking in at the lunchmeat and tomatoes,
The blimp-shaped pickles in cloudy water.
The flesh rises in still early morning like dough that wants to make bread. And I am the one to feel it passing through me into you rising easy as saying I know moves quickly into I knew it—or like after your saying I said oh you ohing me on to say oh my sadness so you could
One day, Kyoko had the idea of showing her vegetable garden reflected in a hand mirror to her husband upstairs. For her husband, confined to bed, this alone would open out a new life before him. One could never say that it was simply “this,” a mirror. The hand mirror belonged to the dressing stand
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From Sanjukta Bandyopadhyay’s “Kitchen,” ” After every night, every morning is the same: each human being eats-drinks-brushes his teeth, just like a human being; I don’t have any illusions.”
I don’t know if I’m writing a love song or a lament
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Until now, the lakes and life had been generous in their gifts, and abundant. Water buoyed us. People I loved lived. I handled the loss like someone who’d gone around believing the things she cherishes would be around forever.
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Do they leave together, the language and the last breath?
Maamwimaajaan ina Anishinaabemoyaanh miinwaa neseyaanh?
