I wanted to feel your name | 8 April 2007

Reading Celan, the strangeness. Catherine Barnett was here Thursday and Friday. Good to see her and be reminded of NYU times, those mornings of words.

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Frame — the daisies flattened,
the ground pushed, pushing,
the whole ground pushing
the daisies into your
mouth, the field of
tongue, pink mucous
and everything without
planting the seeds. You
wanted your hair to grow,
and then a song fell
in the distance. Somewhere
you heard a train. We
were in love, and I wanted
to feel your name.
Dig up the seeds. There is
no need for plants.

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