Road Past the View, 1964
I have a single track mind. I work on an idea for a long time. It’s like getting acquainted with a person, and I don’t get acquainted easily. - Georgia O’Keeffe, 1962
After the funeral—where I’d sat near the casket, in the area reserved for close family—I came home to New York, to grieve in a vacuum. No one here knew him. They only knew my mixed stories. I didn’t know how much I was allowed to mourn for someone who hadn’t always been good to me. I went back to work immediately.
Friends all said I was handling things extremely well.
I wasn’t handling anything.
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Long, Hard Rain
Now will there be cat poems??
There have always been
cat poems They were cat poems
before I knew about it All along,
such large and small cats
inside my poetry, behaving AND NOT
EVEN ONCE did they disturb me
They kept to themselves
during the time it took
for me to…
Inventory #459: Cathexis by Mark McCoy
REGARDING FINDING YOURSELF IN THE DIRT
Is there still time to become an actress? Feels like there isn’t, like I’ve already used up the linear time allotted. That can’t be true since voices still press against me like a dance, one small evil approaches me each day, begs to be defeated, I oblige, a man tells me You’re free to go and I step onto an elevator. It drops down toward the earth, then into it, my elevator is digging as we go and I am so free.