Resurrection is less than beautiful If some people prefer you dead or elsewhere, standing close, for this inscription, which I can’t see, fully, even when I want to inhabit it: & after I died, you would bring me back to life in order to kill me, over and over, and over again Continue reading Less Than by Edmund Hardy
Cross back over not for “accurate devotions” but unspecific feeling, devotees, up on the wall, double cross: you get brighter or that’s too distinguishable: we killed the hen (which laid the golden eggs), its insides red – duplicity & revolution crossed like this, like this, this: what thinking of you won’t empty out, “the belly of the beat”, that’s a far-reaching name. Continue reading Infallible Rejection by Edmund Hardy
