Title: Sweet Nothing Noise
Publication Date: 1991
Length: 32 pages
From the book:
Aloft over pinestubbled mountains,
threads of road and river-ribbons,
groves like smudges of sexual hair.
The sky is blue as a gas-flame’s heart,
and a cloud shadow floods the battered
land, makes a lake he half wants to enter.
Diving from such a height—how sweet.
The shallowest grave is healingly deep.
Or is death no cure—only a love-wound
endlessly staring in the cold ground?
He shuts his eyes to think I’m here,
still here. Aloft, in light; alive, in fear.