I built this house for us to live in
do not be fooled into thinking
it is made only of words
I have made you a bed of furs
with no blood in them
brought you lemon and whiskey
with wild honey to soothe
the throat of your longing
in daylight panes paneled
as if armor polished
to catch the sun
in the window later I light a candle
so your return may be easeful
in the kitchen I place
berries out of season
dressed in milk from a cow
who let it fall from her mouth
like singing when you enter
without knocking I give you
this garment warped
from the moon’s still eye blinking
in the weft of darkness
robe made with my gold thimble
and invisible stitches
red as the slick of my legs
I fasten it around your waist
in the shadows beneath
these beams made of trees
that remember
they once were both stars and tables
Street Address
City, State, Zip
Phone Number
“cercare e saper riconoscere chi e cosa, in mezzo all'inferno, non è inferno, e farlo durare, e dargli spazio.” Italo Calvino, Le CiTTà INVISIBILi (1972)
“Logic is the Beginning of Wisdom, […] Not the End.” Spock, STAR TREK vi: The Undiscovered Country (1991)