from le livre de Jason
& we would refuse to take part unless the landfill sat in the yuletide dark or we knew the others were coming where the brick tower rises out of the river what is inside we wonder but the landfill could be our secret or the river too where out of the top of the tower rose the white hair of our grandmothers rose Ѡ jason comes out of a human bouquet of flowers or the shower curtain like the shower curtain let me pull back in the winter i watch jason emerge from the greeney fog of the street like a soldier he started out in porn said my name like loud loud where the soldier is dead suspicious of all that grows around him rehearsal stamps out fires jason handles a suspicious package in the winter i accept on the street corner an improvised device that peels back the layers of jason Ѡ & we could ask our grade-school grandmothers or if they did not recall like jason says our grandmothers are like apollinaire’s & we could consult the index volume of an encyclopedia for the daughters of their daughters / & seas of shutters & then take off in their imitation Ѡ & if we were in love we could ask the men who have come together if they remembered our grandmothers then share a drink with them at a friendly bar or we could watch the lights for them fucking in the shadows behind our backs
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