ERASED DE KOONING DRAWING
Crow
lines on a dirty sheet
Horn
in your eye The figure
in
the corner I think
and I should have paid
more
attention to your cough
The soot from burnt leaves
The thick crease of thigh
Charcoal
and
my voice subtracting
to make a white tent
It will have
to be difficult
It will have
to be something I’ll miss
Dismantle
the frame
Peel back
the
glass
if
there’s ever any question
If
you feel the need to be certain
of
our names
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ERASED DE KOONING DRAWING
(II)
I have not yet finished erasing your drawing
The line curving down from the neck –
wire of lung jar of lip
Each stroke
a horsehair to comb back to silence
I have not yet finished being quiet
The shading stumps me The trail
merging into ambient noise
I want to stare at a thing until it dissolves
into light and breath
When the song
is finished for us to nod solemnly
sails
flapping through us like glass
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