1. william carlos williams poems drip images not pronouns 2. That stabbing means rape and the knife means whatever its poetic penal code for common objects The other sex abhors the knife as much as circumcision. Cut the poem vaguely like a shoplifting trip to 7-Eleven. Take whatever you want, but buy the creme-filled donots because what’s not a torus is a phallic symbol. 3. Mugging Kills Parent Single Mom’s Son Left Behind Knife Found Near Victim pasted headlines have no high queu...

You stare at a syringe containing love. A frown brushes the lip corners of the woman across the lab table when you tell her that soon you will love her as she loves you. Other people have loved you before this. Controlling mother, estranged father, unmet grandparents and even distant cousins crowding a grainy baby photo, color smudged from twitchy fingers -- they love you. You consider that unquestionably odd considering none of them knew you or your infant dreams dividing and redividi...

The roses sit in their vase and stare at me like soft, mad children. I feed them and put them in the sun though I wonder why I didn't orphan them on your doorstep. Sometimes, I plot against them-- violent premeditations or the accidental broken limb or sheer neglect to watch their ribs show and stomachs bloat before collapse. But they have caused no pain even when they bite and tremble as I put them outside for the pack of winds howling at my doorstep. It is kinder this way to be torn ...

You’re in a club near closing and you can’t recall ever being this messed up. But then you’re dying of inoperable cancer so no one’s going to expect you to take this well. You haven’t slept in sixty-some hours but the ephedrine keeps you head clear. You want to remember the beginning this time. Starting here is like being born all over again--the harsh light, noises and images you can’t yet comprehend. You don’t understand where you are, but this will...

1. williams poetry no pronouns 2. That stabbing means rape and the knife means you know it’s poetic penal code for common objects The other sex abhors the knife as much as circumcision. Cut the poem vaguely like a shoplifting trip to 7-Eleven. Take whatever you want, but buy the creme-filled donots because what’s not a torus is a phallic symbol. 3. Mugging Kills Parent Single Mom’s Son Left Behind Knife Found Near Victim pasted headlines have no high queue of words strung wi...

The boy knows he must do it before he turns eighteen, before a police record can damage a potential career. So at fourteen and two months, he sneaks upstairs into his father’s bedroom and slits his father’s throat with a kitchen knife before phoning the authorities. At the trial, they play the videotape from the camera that he hid beneath a pile of dirty clothes, the camera that he bought with years of paper routes and unspent lunch money. As the jury watches his father sodomizing...

1. williams poetry no pronouns 2. That stabbing means rape and the knife means you know it’s poetic penal code for common objects The other sex abhors the knife as much as circumcision. Cut the poem vaguely like a shoplifting trip to 7-Eleven. Take whatever you want, but buy the creme-filled donots because what’s not a torus is a phallic symbol. 3. Mugging Kills Parent Single Mom’s Son Left Behind Knife Found Near Victim pasted headlines have no high queue of words strung with intent to harm ...

The boy knows he must do it before he turns eighteen, before a police record can damage a potential career. So at fourteen and two months, he sneaks upstairs into his father’s bedroom and slits his father’s throat with a kitchen knife before phoning the authorities. At the trial, they play the videotape from the camera that he hid beneath a pile of dirty clothes, the camera that he bought with years of paper routes and unspent lunch money. As the jury watches his father sodomizing him in the ...

You’re in a club near closing and you can’t recall ever being this messed up. But then you’re dying of inoperable cancer so no one’s going to expect you to take this well. You haven’t slept in sixty-some hours but the ephedrine keeps you head clear. You want to remember the beginning this time. It’s like being born all over again, the sudden cold, harsh light, noises and images you can’t yet comprehend. You don’t understand where you are, but this is a perpetual condition. This is how it begi...

She couldn't be more than four, blond tresses bouncing as she crouches on her seat beneath the window before jumping up to press her nose and hands on tinted glass as if to say, I am here. Her father smiles indulgently and continues writing in his dayplanner. Outside a woman stares enviously at a mannequin wearing a wedding dress. In the woman's hands are bags of shopping longing to be filled. The planner holds the little girl's life. I'm sure of it. Five: gets chicken pox, retains endearing ...