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compressed into outer wings
archer compress night like an accordion
usher its scenery into outer wings
the lady wears her black mantilla
archer fold nightmares into paper fans
fetch fanned breezes for the mothy air
the lady day dreams.
archer lower your bow
the lady dreams leaves out of bare wood
she dreams trees for the forest where
you will have lease to shoot.
Welcome, Spring.
–The Odalsisque
I look out my window
I look out my window. The moon is inside.
The veil is thin.
–The Odalisque
(can’t see the movie? try here.)
zenith
Here we are again.
sun top high shine shine shine the live-long day.
long live the sun king.
–The Odalisque
I am the odalisque who lives in an obelisk. I converse with birds.
