305692, Larissa Szporluk - A Memory Palace Posted by spivak, Sat Aug-04-07 11:10 AM
Memory Palace
A cloud takes a lifetime to smother the sun. It's finally
a crime, but it's also a glory, the lining sizzling gold,
the afternoon's image occulted. Truth is I don't
have an art. One pulls the other one down. I know
there's a blue-purple hill. I know all the girls
disappear. I don't break a sweat. I sit
the whole year with a bird on my lap. The firmament
wobbles. Their deep purple feet. Asleep, it comes
back, fast, but late there were poisonous leaves
and salt on the path like an alphabet.
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