reading e. e.
if sometimes in
its box of
sky lavender and cornerless, the
moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
e.
e.
cummings
when it’s all in boxes and you’re as slim
as e. e.
cummings and his
hundred. On the cover
Marianne
Moor admires:
“E. E. Cummings
is a
concentrate
of
titanic
experience.” The desk is under her own protection
a sheath
of dust and I’m coming round
to Brownsville in the memoir
I’m reading about Boy Kings
getting through Texas
and Mexico and
Brownsville
where my cousin Dennis was
beaten to death some eight or so
years
ago. Dope
they said it like it was
his cause and fault. He was
gentle. Nice
to my mother. She loved
him. Every
one
did. Cummings
did. Or would
‘ve if I can
say it like he would
‘ve. : randomly
flipping
through this one book I left
out for no good reason but
I’m glad:
what
if a much of a which is a wind
gives
the truth to summer’s lie
the first lines of 75.
Winter.
No lie. Her wind:
still
no lie. How about the
second
stanza: What
if a keen of a lean wind flays
!!!
!
His what if is re-
solved
is
‘nt it?
: all nothing’s only our hugest home,
the most who die;the more we
live
Dennis face
down in a brown river
his credit
card still
in his coat
or jeansfront some pocket
but I don’t know which
I couldn't
ask…
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