Sunday, April 21

wend in me

Its water-torture-slow
wend in me. Its work

like the reverse of work.
No wonder human

praise won't stick.
No wonder anger's

more often summoned,
its hum, ready-made,

that steadies my head
like hospital television,

throwing blue rumor
for hours at no one.

Nate Klug, "Mercy"

Monday, April 1

The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

Bob Dylan, "Visions of Johanna"