Homograph
“has the widow given birth to new beings / or / has the widow given birth to fragments / of her loss”
“has the widow given birth to new beings / or / has the widow given birth to fragments / of her loss”
“Never have I known this body to be anything but ululation. / Blessed be the bodies beatified by dolour; / theirs is grief’s gospel, turned flesh.”
“But when I seek a kindred spirit excited to chew the fatty gristle of the English language, I often have to scramble out of the trenches and run to the nearest poet.”
By Will Summay
“my father siphons the dreams / out of my forehead before bed. / He draws out every last drop / & what is left?”
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“the lover licks the lover’s silver tooth like a seafarer / pointing to the south we are alpha centauri”
“We bisect midnight, listening to Oppen. / Refusing to be numerous is to be frozen.”