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Landing in Fog
- Wesleyan University Press
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L A N D I N G I N F O G ... the sea anemone dreamed of something ... (oppen) i hated hated hated hated hated leaving my mother yet i know the great heart of the world is whole particulars like % signs i cry most of the way to California not just for my mother but for Bonhoe‡er where he writes Stellvertretung (“vicarious representative action”) while in prison for plotting to kill Hitler then hold the Ethics on my lap & stop crying because it’s all so odd The pilot’s voice enters the cabin in charged diagonals, enters the body of the woman who struggles to open her peanuts, first the serrated top then the uniquely inadequate notch at the side On the wing the lumpy x’s in big screws holding the plane together There’s a trustworthy mist over Santa Monica A dainty mist the first bacteria must have loved when they finished eating volcanoes Comforting to think of the place where water meets fire Creatures with impossibly-colored gelatinous bodies Perhaps Rimbaud is there, as is Gandhi Wondering about the expression as a crow flies Looks from here like the crow flies between lavender moon rinds & Saturn or between Regulus & a bunch of galaxies with names like Beehive 2 3 ...