Photo by Miguel Angel Avila

Tomète

saw the moon and thought of you

@NuSunt

2009

Saturdays involved making our entrances into life outside We’ve been in this room too long Recreation is keeping us self contained and aware Of each other’s forms Still and in full strides just the same Keeping us warm Walking in straight lines Talking to sleep at night Coddled and pacified By versions of mothers It’s all new to me It’s all new to me Having you around It’s all new to me It’s all new to me Having you around the Higgs What if we decide to live by choice? All this time I knew That average was something to fall back on after genius ends I watch video only difference is flattened and remiss Sparks of lightning storm behind wet faces Slipped my pants back on and rewind it backward more The tape stopped before I was back alone          I’ll be back before The street lights on, before the daylight’s gone I was spoiled by lavish thoughts They don’t compare, no not at all And had this been the past I might not know What to do with all Of what you’ve showed What you give, my words can’t hold And if acts of God break us apart Least we did ours Turn back, turn back Turn back, turn Back, turn back, turn If you’ve never been in love

— W. B. Yeats, describing Edith Sitwell, featured in “Fire of the Mind: The Complete Anthology of E. S.”