Does the soul linger
Does the soul linger after the last heart beat? Does it uncover the lines and cords strewn on the body—
Sickle cell chokes
From the hallway I can see your eyes wide with desire
Telomere—
Telomere— the end is here— Cold leaf on a windshield— wiped— conducts the end of songs—
An ear-thirsty tick— infects the hips
An ear-thirsty tick— infects the hips The once, proudly latched now ails us with sick tips and blips
My hand dips in the Autumn stream—
My hand dips in the Autumn stream— cold calor— viscosity of whispers— scintillating macules over a thin slide of smooth stones
At Giardino Rossi
At Giardino Rossi before I sit to rest, a pair of little boots trip on cobble stones before me.
On the patient’s bed
On the patient’s bed, brown bones beneath the gown say
Beneath the columns
Beneath the columns a young woman sits to smoke into my bronchi Colonne di San Lorenzo European Respiratory Society: “Non-smokers are at …
To read and sit still—
To read and sit still— until salt air weighs skin and
After we pronounce, I rush
After we pronounce, I rush to sit and write the death note–