Beach House


The dogs eat hoof slivers and lie under the porch.
A strand of human hair hangs strangely from a fruit tree
like a cry in the throat. 
The sky is clay for the child
who is past being tired
who wanders in waist-deep grasses.
Gnats rise in a vapor,
In a long mounting whine around her forehead and ears.


A simple child
who lightly draws her breath
and feels its life in every limb
what should she know of death?


You are a part of other people, but you are not like them.
You live in a little wooden box and wake up with your face with your palm and a wee bit of sunlight.
Is this a sign of resignation?
Do you wish for me to affect change in myself?
By describing to you that before a city can become spectacular its buildings must put on an iron gown.
And then some workers climb all around it.
And it is like having no teeth because you are waiting for better teeth.


As a boy, he had trouble speaking. He was three before a real word preened from his lips. For the longest, malaprops haunted him. His older sister did what she could to train the bitten seal of the brain to twirl the red ball on the nose eloquence, and his grandmother tired of insisting he utters the names of toys or foods gave him whatever he grunted and pointed to.









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