by Alice Notley
No world is intact
and no one cares about you.
I leaned down over
don’t care about, I care about
you
I leaned down over the
world in portrayal
of carefulness, answering
something you couldn’t say.
walking or fallen and you
were supposed
to give therapy to me—
me leaning down
brushing with painted feathers
to the left chance your operatic,
broken
book.
I love how she splits herself into this chorus of people in her work…she is herself and audience and chorus…beautiful…thanks for posting
I love how she splits herself into this chorus of people in her work…she is herself and audience and chorus…beautiful…thanks for posting