My objects dream and wear new costumes,
compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands
and the sea that bangs in my throat.


The Awful Rowing Toward God (ed. 1975)


My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that bangs in my throat.

My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that bangs in my throat.

My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that bangs in my throat.

My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that bangs in my throat.