Palinode 26

Cascarones                    Confetti                        Eggs


I wore the roar till the red wore off & have stinked in my piles of it.
Fill it, a mud from which we grow out of, to body and to shape. Which self was it that I look back to in admiration? She feels in front of me to be an ex-lover—a
body I no longer know how I fit into then. Dancing orchard, the impossibility of identicals, I still cannot tell them apart.

Why do you putter

a glass away from them?                               Why are your systems so imperfect?

YOU I miss when I wash dishes.


YOU when nighttime comes and I am unknowable to myself. & you hesitating
you are something all together else lost in your ambivalence & you have a house
and it is yours and not leaving you but you it you leave it again and again, the
place you wanted you take away yourself, and I don’t know why you do it but I do
know enough of me to know you.

Constant unconscious ego-ess, quiet your eggs, there is no reason to shoo.

Place, come to me, let’s meet halfway somewhere if it’s easier. Place come to me.

YOU,

YOU be IN IT when it comes.

Hollow decorative egg, I try to hide in the beautiful shadow within.

Make me a wife of it.

She splinters and slowly, oh moon of it, moon, my moon, don’t you yearn for a caretaker?

Double visionary, put me in your pocket, find YOURself singular again and make
me your double, I need something to be a part of.

Showy male, why did I leave YOU behind?

Flash YOUr bright feathers again, inside YOUr silly egg, I will make it

You self, you must mutter it: I miss YOU when I wash dishes.

PLACE come to ME.         Make me an equation:       allow me to understand it.

Allow me IN IT.

Tear the nettles away.      Life again, come, I am half way to you.