the dead can sleep
they don’t get up and rage
they don’t have a wife
her white face
like a flower in a closed
window lifts up and
looks at me
the curtain smokes a cigarrette
and a moth dies in a
freeway crash
as i examine the shadows of my
hands
an owl, the size of a baby clock
rings for me, come on come on
it says as Jerusalem is hustled
down crotch- stained halls
the 5 a.m. grass is nasal now
in hums of battleships and valleys
in the raped light that brings on
the fascist birds
I put out the lamp and get in bed
beside her, she thinks I’m there
mumbles a rosy gratitude
as I stretch my legs
to coffin length
get in and swim away
from frogs and fortunes
Private Acts: The Acrobat Sublime by Acey Harper
Eve Diamond Feldman, Valerie Koechlin, and Stephanie Koechlin in San Francisco, California, 2009
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Franz Falckenhaus. Bounty hunter (American Dream Series), 2011.
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