散文诗 - 我认为激素降低的滴滴少了 - 像缓慢上升的恐慌 - 家庭和平凡的浪潮一样 - 对灰尘和动物棚的无休止的追求 - 它像精疲力尽一样,精神静态静态 - 山上早晨,清单增长了— growls, in fact — Sundays on the last night of summer — I cannot hold the door — the flood, the levee, the forgotten rhythms of a season well-trodden a locust chorus, a stained bathtub, I’m absent except for the picking scabs — breathe, she says — I’m here, you’re here, we’re here a drop of blood, the high-pitched everything