CATHERINE WAGNER

 


RAIN COG

 

Then when I found in my starbuckle a new ire

I emerged from postlanguage

What’d I say?

Green clamp pulleywamp

Dallying open the silversound
That is the body’s eon-noise and ecology

Divided mutter
In the supernal Vivian
How can I knock be clear about my intentions?

 


TYPO 15