Once, a woman asked her daughter to eclipse herself in the vowels of her name. O, O, O,she said, clasping her daughter’s cold mouth—or was it the throat? Perhaps the entirebody, starved & syllabic, ready to regurgitate the words end & young & I can’t possibly knowwhat I long to say. A certain longing ingrains …
A body, lying behind an unbuilt house, forming— I want a body made from young leaves said an ageless tree. Answer: Yes, it was leafless. No, not lifeless—I know a girl who wishes to speak, indicating, with her head’s tilt, she is also falling asleep.Her mother (or a distant bird): Hush, don’t worry— An entity …