Monday, June 25, 2012

Picnic Cake Press

Oh dear, I didn't make it to any of the shows I was trying to get to. Well, actually, we stood outside of the Plume Mountain show but it sounded too jammy so we left. Mostly, all adventures to listen to music disintegrated into hanging out with friends. But that's good, too, maybe better. Many hours sitting around picnic tables this weekend. A welcome party for Kristen & a Bday potluck for MS all in one, long drinky, outdoorsy night.

The Ache Poem
for Nelly Sachs

To send paper boats to your sink.

Books are not orphans.

To swim out of the coffin.

My eye-lid raised.

To pinch a cloud through the window.

Crystalline letters, fever.

A capsized ache, to look.

Polar light.

To look at your wet—

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