Did he imagine that her letters
were written to him those ones

They call me Jack Jigger because
I’m entirely made of little pieces
Taken from other people (some are

I know two lovers who could not see each other correctly.
They kissed a lot but what they saw was not really the
other person. It was a person each one had made up.

The lightest touch
if it is gently giv-
en can yield as much
affection as a deep

A whole stolen afternoon before us
no hurry no haste savoring every

 The apparition of these faces in the bough;
Crowds on a wet, black petal.

The apparition of these boughs in the face;
Crowds on a wet, black petal.

Make It Simple

make it so simple a child
of six can understand the

big long hard
bright loud hot
burn light hole

The hate began a few months after
the blissful wedding he     discov-

the sheep have formed
a nibbling ring around

the old horse all they