Aug 13
Orlando Journal: June 1996 After the rejection Drowned in hops, I jump a fence off I-4, land in black mud sink to knee, sink to elbow as I fall forward, the moon holds my stupor, my silence like a chalice from which it drinks: seconds, minutes, hours, life. The world smells of decayed leaves. Twenty-two …
Jun 28
ORLANDO June 5, 1990 Her nipples are aspirin Which I take with water. The moon melts like butter in the fog of five a.m. Morning turns to glasses of red wine And moans of neighbors fucking. She holds me and I call her River, call her Night, kiss her voice: the sound of rain upon …
