hair flows the length to which hairs can grow
over her shoulders.
In morning newspaper:
US SOFTENS STANCE TOWARD N. KOREA. Clouds slide through the tall crosshatched neck of an iron crane.
Downtown, we pass a bronze
statue, its back to us, one pointy breast pouting between a certain phenomenal
form of spirit. It becomes, rather, one that remains difficult to name: neither soul
nor body, and both one and the other. For it is flesh and phenomenality that give to the
spirit its spectral apparition, but which disappear right away in the apparition, in the
very coming of the revenant or the return of a smooth dark arm held akimbo.
with anticipation, straight, curly, short hair, swirling long hair, everywhere, as the bus
Like splitting until the killers
have been changed
to roots, to birds
until the killers have become
the guardians and have learned
waiting to be delivered,
waiting to be made whole hairs.