HENRIETTA GOODMAN
Antillia
as though death is a bedroom you’re swept into / by a passion so strong you don’t care what thread / and buttons you scatter behind
as though death is a bedroom you’re swept into / by a passion so strong you don’t care what thread / and buttons you scatter behind
I wonder if they’d carry / the sadness of a man like me.
I felt most myself by the river.
rain is a blessing from god she said
covered in hose water and mud
I found myself in the maternity ward, facing
someone else’s child
I was gripped
by a thrifty pathology
Actually, it was more like a horse galloping
towards you, another thing I’ve never heard
What I study to be less
studied and more known
It’s called The Lazarus Lift, this trick.
It is not possible to live your best
Life in a tunnel