Black mite over the page, furious meander of a period untethered. Black ant over my toes lifts by chambers like a lock.
Like a mouth set in the frozen ground. & how our childhoods were informed by it—this innate sense of something missing.
In 1967, Viking Press published The Complete Poems of Marianne Moore. Moore’s only explanation for the dozens of published poems eliminated from her “complete” work consisted of the brief epigraph: “Omissions are not accidents.”
Some days there is nothing of the blues I can use so I put down my pen & walk instead
At first only fog lifting offthe snow and snow sifting through it,
Best advice I ever heard I learned at the poker table: Shut up & deal.