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Carla Harryman | 135 the opposite of slackness Orgasms tis issue robbing pope sucking spear transit splash oops bore eye fro eye hire harrow guarded leer trap fire slurry badge adage craze speak speak speak engineer linger rotund dusty ust ust uh hoe oat toe below spire rain stamen stick rat earth reeves heavy slob oh sorrow mow spot smear spot squashed stadium clinging pillar out hear a-rear basting let low lyric violet storm loaned honey nothing doing behind gravy train evil fell to slow entrance gained a billow in the random rain neverneveradumbrateneverfeverscumblingpunchablelarynxsnot god sported inside mountain yawn swerve gliding dust to dust hard shadowphasehammymavericknuttherescratchingcrevicehording hot snow ocean bosses suds scribble which ways blacking chancy chaos gouge loony brighter than tune may may may may may may max may max may max ayax razor ruby bird seared near her area reached piper ripping rail low light lit little tick flea migrant sip pissy wit twill twill low will piano frill label slain hero palo o opal laughing harrow barracuda amour our radio crash not on my time happy not on my time mad not on my time money not on my time skin not on my time merry not on my time dig not on my time fanny not on my time sorrow not on my time sand not on my time sun not on my time moon not on my time hills not on my time rivers not on my time rinse not on my time cloud not on my time vapor not on my time film not on my time shame not on my time hover not on my time blow not on my time sassy not on my time slow not on my time honey not on my time more 136 | Eleven More American Women Poets in the 21st Century defeat effete defeat effort defeat fort defeat eat eat de teat at art faart or fete tete ear eat fete tete do to oat to o deaf effort fort ore eee or taa tort or at eat taa tat or de de ten effete neat tete defeat lulu lang loop bay bay bay rad hip hole cleave o decalogue boober hover mine hammer am bubble slumber pressure song cover over every wrong abridge my sigh with over wing oh swim again beyond thy hand points are reached at every point slimmed mirror prunes mere mourning rave poetics statement Siren1 Siren Diary It is said that the Sirens knew everything that had happened in the past and everything that was to happen in the future. Thankfully, I am not an ancient Siren and do not possess their gift or curse of knowledge. Those who do and will suffer, including you and I my sweet, are at the mercy of other forces beyond revelation. Still I wonder, what if I did know the future and could tell you about it? That I saw a decrease of sunlight west where I already was and an increase of drought and flooding like that occurring in the world today? And what if we both saw the same thing as if reality were transparent and no medium were necessary to transmit a vision? Or what if we collaborated in constructing something, in words, that we both saw as if we were seeing the same thing? With you speaking and I listening and me listening and you speaking? If you saw what I was seeing, would it be more real? As if what was envisioned were actually happening now? And what if we each shared the same vision of the future already, in advance? Would this mutual sight be convincing? Does not the messenger author of the future get in the way of the message? The messenger may obstruct the vision she invokes by her physical presence, voice, image, or symbolic stature. Or perhaps it’s that the person behaved as if at the real death of a real girl2 complicates the text: seeing them together, person and text or you and me, qualifies an attachment to either. Detroit, August 5, 2009 ...

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