He died before we could honor him correctly. Candied impulse through the brain. Your will subverted that's a tree, a treatment, a genealogy. Oddly enough if I need something someone is sure to give it to me. To supply me with it. Oddly enough, it's not about cutting slack but about positive reinforcement Detergent in the sense that it is emergent deterrent where the nascent meets the latent I put my tongue in the path dug up some chestnuts. "We'll keep looking for a place for you inside of nature" I can't remember how I died. Writing something down at the time the grave had been disturbed. Next thing you know, I'm making an entry in my diary: No use letting it get cold.
From Figment: Poems, by Rebecca Wolff, published by W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. Copyright © 2004 by Rebecca Wolff. Reprinted by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.