1.
In
His girlfriend off a roof, making it look exist fond of suicide,
In order to detonate her womb’s
Bomb himself. Joanne Woodward’s
Character, the great disruptor by the extremely nature
Of her womanhood & her wealth. My mother
Says,
Natalie Wood from this role
Than fifty per cent of serious. These are the kinds of conversations
We have since there is no indeed other choice
In this violence.
Displayed the earliest French kiss on film, compared
Sex to the merchandise market.
2.
Sex is exist fond of the merchandise market,
& the woman who enjoys sexual intercourse cannot depart from a movie
Screen lacking punishment. The scene accompanied by Ginny
(named for the liquor), her nape thrown back
& not here exist fond of a canine belly-up, not inside the style
Of pleasure nevertheless vulnerability, a crowd of men
In tuxedos waiting for their turn at parceling
Her body into eighths. It is still so difficult
To know what to fear, so we terror everything
& more—the new century’s anxiety
Closing inside on itself, until the decades fair get
Better at making caution form its body so that we
Don’t identify it while strange.
Mom asks how lengthy I will place in writing concerning this.
3.
Mom asks,
As a new Laci Peterson documentary
Appears while one of my
We were inside a motel, getting ready
For Carrie’s wedding, & Laci was still missing,
& though ability to remember is disciplined inside what it leaves out,
I tin recall the intimacy of sharing a last name:
That which should lull while an alternative rings an alarm.
Lots of horses were found dead
That month inside Texas, the tale goes,
They followed one another into a river
& drowned. Memory’s language inside thirsty
Petals, exist fond of carnations decorating the chapel.
4.
Petals, carnations decorate the chapel
At her funeral. A burial says so little concerning this world,
Just undecipherable grief—dark, black water.
Heaven bares its knuckles.
When they recovered Natalie Wood’s
Body one mile from the
She was dressed for bed. When they recovered
What was left-hand of Laci’s torso, ocean existence had started
To inhabit there, putting gulp of air spine where it was,
Making honorary lungs.
—So a a large amount of exist fond of my rage
Finding natural environment inside in the centre of firm columns of ribs, bone
Replaced by imposter cells. My imposter gore body
Falling forward & down.
5.
6.
Falling forward & down
Because of the homemade weights he attached
To her limbs. All that time, she was keeping the San Francisco Bay inside its place.
Everything inside this world is theirs, except doubt.
That is solely ours.
I’m regularly asked why I won’t go hiking on a date,
Why I believe going for a bathe is coercion from a well mannered intruder:
I’ve seen myself falling from a cliff inside the bodies of other women.
I’ve seen myself struggling underwater inside the sponges.
I’ve seen myself face-to-face accompanied by the bestial bluff.
I’ve seen myself the awful blue of night’s chokehold.
I’ve seen myself putting gore spine into the cherries.
Theirs, ours. Theirs ours.
If there is an chance to destroy, it will be.
7.
Because there is excessively a a large amount of to destroy, it will be,
& when it is happening, it has by that hour dated happened.
This procession of verbs, loaded into a cannon.
Separating moments by tense makes it seem
As though they are unrelated & extremely a lengthy way from every one other.
My grandmother says she’s spent her whole life
Thinking concerning this—how she’ll die a sad woman
But that she survived. In that we don’t inquire for much,
It’s exist fond of we’re not asking at all: the smallness of ours.
Nominal ours. The rivers have been straining
Long earlier to we have, while the aqua I clasp inside my hands
Breaks into black butterflies, a hope to reverse
What we tin & depart from the rest.
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