How the Soil Became

Like pearl-headed pins that hold up the firmament, you hold my world in place. Your glow is soft          like a dove’s                    wing  and your warmth a            down feather, holding back the cold callous night. You guide ships to shore and…

Today, girls and boys soak sugar sacks in gasoline, light and glide them up over the wall, hoping to land their kite bombs in their enemy’s future
grain fields.

At a gallery in SoHo, a large screen TV beams a live feed of an operating room in Midtown where the artist’s face will be surgically altered to give her the Mona Lisa’s big brow. She once displayed her menstruating…