Somebody tells the police/wrists held steep behind the back
Dedicated magic
of memory not prophecy
like Antigone not like antagonizing or automatic rejection of everything
public
My model for this convergence is my favorite/friend ( )
Improvising with himself
but when shame produces silence and silence keeps everything the same
this is not a crisis
still writing about race
and the tyrants of the world
jumping
from country to country, aroused by an evil I don't believe in good and evil
and we are not afraid
since from their very gig
Marilyn's seraphic giggle
My happiness builds its fortress
and will never be traced to hilltops
But it has not been no where/where some acts of forgetting are acts of love
but the fingertips can't complete them, acts
so I imagine the father as a boy
house fixed on fields as oaths--
eat your oaths, swallows, sallow rowboat-- sailing germ I mean
dream/dreaming/I mean to be during--
Precisely what the body resists is what the body is
and we could find incidents of this as well as other nations
collapsing, standing back up and giving the galactic fat lip a chance off screen
Even as you swing, being slackened into a media thing
