I wanted to forget you, so I tried to erase your name.
Wanting to forget, I tried to name your eraser.
Forgetting I wanted you, I erased your name.
I wanted you. I forgot you. I erased your name.
We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” makes a giddy sound, not strong
Like “rent,” “feeding a wife,” “satisfying a man.”
But could a dream send up through onion fumes
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
And yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms
The people who are most responsible for your problems don't live anywhere around you and they don't intend to live anywhere around you.
I ran all over the Earth, I saw again the things I had once known grey, and I was still amazed at discovering fire was red, ice white, the sky pale blue, the earth brown, that rubies were ruby-colored, and topazes the color of topaz, and emeralds emerald.
A box is a deep frame. A room is a deep box.