TOMORROW the poets. Today lots of paper and a little worry. We know now how it all comes together in the end somehow.
No more water to boil after all. The bear still prowls Apache Court.
another poem:
The Snakeskin by Brenda Hillman
—And the world bent into the wide,
the field of beige and mild forevers
but the snake wanted something else;
I found its skin of stretchy diamonds
and picked it up, so I could keep
one of the two selves. The skin had eyes and the eyes
had skin, all papery before and afterward,
a little cellophane with dirt
around the rim—that’s good;
there had been time for it to be one thing
before the world behind the world
called the snake, and the snake went —
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