I saw a hawk stoop in the sky and dive down below the treeline.
I saw two hawks playing in the sky as I stood in front of my brother’s grave.
I look for hawks everywhere and at the cemetery
I see them more often than you might think.
One time in Sante Fe I saw a hawk attempt to hit a dove
Sitting on a tree branch and it was like an explosion in the tree.
I’m riding the bus to the city centre because the post office has eaten my mail. Now it’s somewhere in the stomach of the big depot and I have to retrieve it because it’s important. A little USB stick, red and plasticated. Nudes I sent to my boyfriend in America that he is now sending back. He tried to say he lost it at first but I’m no fool. That stick has all my filthiest angles.
Marianne believed herself to be a symbol in a lineage of symbols. She believed that the body contained all of the world, its horrors and its triumphs, that strength was sourced in the flesh—the outer layer of the living vesicle, floating in an outer world—and that this flesh was shared with those who came before her and those who would follow after her.
This belief led her past where cabs would go,