by Sarah Mangold

The moment snow pours out of you
bed          barn             garret
wow wow Victorian houses and what
they did in the summer. Really attached to
Colonial Mexico. Migraines mixed with rising
heat. Darkness in the department stores.
Cut off from space. Fairfield Porter died walking the dog.
Their natural space. Addressed politeness. Bled
to death in a Florida hospital. They do go to the
Caribbean. The Wide Saragossa Sea part three. They
cancel.
They concentrate on the trunk.

Brushing against the pictures. Bandaged hands.
Linen cloth and sterile tape. Boats in the hall. It would
be tacked smoother. Detest victim of circumstance.
Biography and letters.

Everybody here is a crowd.
Everybody here will evaporate.
Everybody here is waiting for the next creation.
Firecracker. You thanked yourself for pouring yourself a drink.
Sugar
She can’t talk to people right.
Pictures but no reproductions. Stifle. Trumpet.

The first stage is not knowing at all. We are all enthusiasms.
Repetitions. Restoring the palace. Serving the wounded.
Wandering on his way to work and her way to school. Neighbor.
There were no babies but now it is all babies. Ants in the pants.
Her breath heaving. Trace.

The living chosen. flows. picket.
And all the ladies say how it ain’t all black and white.
Satan says dance.
The devil gave me a taco.
Jesus doesn’t want me for a sunbeam.
One word could carry you through an entire novel.