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A baby raven calls to me by the window. I’m high in the morning again.

I held the glass I’d only just emptied
Up to my nose: I wanted another, and another,

Of the angels I slaughtered to get here
I miss cigarettes the most.

Anyone in love is insane.

Your children drive away and the river runs dry.

God bless the man whose brow greases
the glass when he naps or despairs.

Once, night floated for ten or twelve seconds
on daybreak, following a sleepless night,
with Lydia, my cat of nineteen years,

in pain from renal failure, beside me….

Clarice Lispector. The Complete Stories. Translated by Katrina Dodson. Edited by Benjamin Moser. New Directions, 2015. Kevin McIlvoy. Is It So? Glimpses, Glyphs, and Found Novels. WTAW Press, 2023. Alva Noë. Strange Tools: Art and Human Nature. Hill and Wang, 2015.   HOW TO BEAR HAPPINESS?” That’s the question a character identified only as “Number…

And what of the tongue
Too long in the silky purse
Of the coveted spot, slurping up
Every pearl?

Now these voices hover around the belfry and bellow out Pray every day that you’ll see things.
I have. I’ve worked and watched. This was not the answer I wanted.