...pitying looks if i told what id like to do...well fuck off if you dont like it...i wouldnt even ask...and if you said what this says...id accept it...no sly smirk...id bring you tea at a table...help you prepare...say coincidental..look into your face...id want to kiss your collar bone...put a grain of rice there...ask you if youve ever seen the belly of a living fish not in a tank...
if i could find a window without glass
in a broken wall amongst stems
a shed outhouses
corrugated sheets lifted tiles askew
ivy leaning doors moss
a plum tree tangled grass
fallen stones
a well with a roof on 2 poles
those flat purple flowers
a widows dress hanging from the handle of a pump
beneath the pump a bucket filled with lace and eels
id write a letter
72 pages to
who would read
id write to a nun in dieppe c/o the little sisters of charity
which nun sister amelia
id roast a hen describe to sister amelia the sticks of the fire
212 sticks
dear sister amelia each stick is different
some apple some pear some plum
some from a hawthorne hedge
id stand at random intervals dance in a peculiar manner
id like to see your lips move your clean nails through beads
id tell her if insects died when the match where i put the feathers of the hen
would she want a hat of hen feathers straw feathers around the crown a veil
id wear a hat of mud unshaped
dear sister amelia
this hat of mud this hen
this garden
this fire with no insects burned
a widows dress moves in air someone has filled a bucket with lace and eels
i dance with hornets
i looked for a window found it here
theres a thicket beneath the window i'll sit in there
eat stolen loganberries
away from the howling daisies and their dinner table bowed with meat
sister amelia is it time for mass
i love you i love your feet though one is twisted from stairs
id love the skin of your neck on an august afternoon
you at prayer
its time for mass i smell incense
when you kneel at the altar bread on your tongue
or in your cell without dust
remember to ask if you need a hat of hen feathers
ill climb the plum tree
i nailed my boots to a branch put the feathers in there
a straw hat feathers
a veil which would lift in moving air
...she'd thought a bird maybe....a fly she didnt think of...
a sill
her turkish bracelet plaited blue
yellow curtains water stained a space between
window partly open moving air
where is she she placed the bracelet here
inclined her head moved left right to see
stood near a door spoke words into an empty room
through the circle of the bracelet the grain of wood
a third of the way into the circle raised wood where a join
one time she placed the bracelet on the bed of a stream
sat amongst stems watched
water small fish she
circle
pass through the blue ring
look up see the sails of a windmill in light
now she walks through the words of others
stops at a stall holds beads
a thrush on the sill the other side of glass
its shadow darkens the bracelet she exchanges coins for beads
the thrush flies the bracelet lightens
she crosses the square sits on a bench
figures pass
curtains lift fall touch the bracelet
a point of light travels part of the way around its rim
she walks through the arcade sits at a table
looks at photographs buys coffee
she stands walks to a market buys fruit
a fly against glass
its shadow on grain a little left of centre inside the bracelet
light changes
the shadow inside outside the bracelet has lengthened
touches the edge of the sill curves beneath
when she switches a light on
the shadow of the bracelet will touch the curtains
...when you make bread...the dough should be covered...left in a warm place to prove....
you open a door of a high cupboard see no bread
you look i you stand i
what time is it early day
early day is when bakers
in kabul they bake flat bread in deep ovens
matzos are flat
yes
in instanbul they sell fish in small loaves catch cut kill fry the fish cut a loaf put the fish in there
nearby you can buy fresh cherry juice
if youre buying fresh cherry juice you can buy fried fish in bread nearby
in sweden they eat hard dry bread
knackerbrod pronounced kanecka brood
more like kanecka brerd
your lips like this
well youd know
and an err sound
aaaaww
err
yes
i begged bread in germany only from houses with a crucifix at the door or a statue of the virgin mary
in the night knocking at doors always a woman answered
i stood back not to frighten
one held bread out to me a gull gripped her hand
lifted her out to sea she lives on the side of a cliff these days
which town in germany frankfurt
frankfoort
yes
in yugoslavia 2 soldiers gave me strange hard bread
laughed as i ate it was difficult to swallow
there were dirt and fingerprints on it
they had guns
small windmills where their eyes should have been
i bought russian bread
where
in khandahar
russian bread is dark sometimes sour
yes
figures spat told me to leave
hung my skin from a tree
ive knelt at rails taken bread on my tongue
held a silver plate beneath the mouths of others so if bread fell
in greece a man a woman gave bread grapes
i gave him her chocolate
they took me to their village where i lived inside a goat
until a feast day and prayer
in london i took bread from large pails behind a restaurant
there were small fish in there discussing piety
in turkey i stole bread from a childs plate
she had yellow hair a blue coat one finger missing
her father used the finger to remove meat from between his teeth
when i lived with another i made bread
he me copulated daily like an obsession
4 times 5 times
oh
he made noises when he ate
oh
and when
yes
in wales they eat bread made from seaweed and soda bread is irish
yes
do you remember in copenhagen keebenhahven
keebenhahven you me giving bread to small birds
they gave us violets
and in holland that storm
running to a cafe bread fell from your bag
you ran into the road lightning burned your turkish hat
a crowd gathered roasted a hen on the flames
yes
the french buy bread more than once in a day those long loaves
one time in paris before you me
we need bread
yes
which way shall we go
oh you'll come
yes
did bread ever fall onto a silver plate
never
which way shall we go
through the park
stop at that place behind the museum where its dark in day and you me
