DAVE BRINKS
Digging for Earth (for Vincent Farnsworth)
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taking short strides through scumly watered daffodils watermelon weeds little old ladies lose track of things for reassurance interlocking lovers spare livers anything that doesn’t have an expiration date I’m finally getting all used up each morning the smelling salts work less & less the house keeps filling up with water sunflowers are nesting under the bathtub the raccoons haven’t returned the clean air act is eating my lunch thermos the earth doesn’t have to kill us it’s the same thing as loving something why bother
the caveat onus ::: fifteen (for Pierre Joris & Nicole Peyrafitte) in a taxi or an old shoe what you are and what you do who would guess there’s some kind of luck that chooses the pure filth of devotion this book isn’t reading itself I start to mutter a sandwich and dream of my high priestess’ toes she dreams with a lisp and for all the fish sleeping at the bottom of the ocean