June 1.

entering. On non-productive - I promised myself seven hours a day or 1,000words per day or a poem, something 
this, this -- this....
instead I find myself caring for my family 
and balancing -- a vine upon a
-- an area
A mother, a daughter, a thief.
Stealing turquoise
and roses 
collage.
Four five ten times maybe in the last few days
Montreal, is my favorite. City 
What to cut out? 
1. Relationships with sex, shame, shambles
2. Colonial mirrors.
Was i here?
3.  beginning 
temple, 
Alongside handwriting 
4.  yellow glass. 
Burgundy earth.
house less and on the run.  
What is rain?
The smell of smoke 
The memory of heat and story
5. To writ in milk
In increments
The part  
That kept me in my place. 
owl.
6.  Even as a very young child, I recall the desire, for my own neck 
endocrine,  
red dirt 
muddy river
Raven
white horse, the sun
The rough rainbows
7.  a fluid, Enlarged
8. betrayal. electrolytes.  
Colts
9.  emptied regret 
empty with fear
whatever 
wanted the second crush
He read my letters aloud 
upon the street.  
At the bus stop
Getting directions
10.  pink.
11. 
*
Delete the digits
51 
the life of the poet?
Never!
but the politics are chance 
Pre-verbal 
where I live, i lived… 
on the sidewalk, in city A
Grey. Pink
And beautiful. Again
They said
They always said
They said so often I quit believing 
Said: it’s just something he says
an unBeautiful novel