“‘Container of the Uncontainable’…doesn’t fully convey
the sense of the Greek. I think a better translation would be
‘fits the unfittable,’ but that just sounds awkward…”

— NICOLE ROCCAS, TIME ETERNAL

—————————-1. There is no angel.

—————————-2. There are cicadas clicking like a
——————————-vinyl record stuck on one relentless
——————————-everlasting note. There is occasional
——————————-lowing — dairy cows content with
——————————-alfalfa beyond the electric fence.
——————————-There is my cotton sundress. And my
——————————-dusty feet. There are damp curls
——————————-sticking to my sunburned neck.

—————————-3. When I am four. When I am electric
——————————-— the white heat of want.

—————————-4. There is my grandfather’s garden.

—————————-5. There is a blood-red globe larger
——————————-than a grapefruit. There is a scent
——————————-That is green and sharp and hard to
——————————-wash off. There is now. There is
——————————-beauty. When I see. When I reach out
——————————-and take it into myself like it is the
——————————-only answer I will ever need.

—————————–6. There is red. There is red blood like
——————————-wine. There is thin skin. And sharp
——————————–teeth. There is puncture, bite, and
——————————-softening of jaw and lips. There is
——————————-there making way for sun warm
——————————-flesh. There is the haloed aroma and
——————————-the tender glabrous leaf. There is
——————————-swallow, saliva, and the licking of
——————————-lips, there is abundance and ambrosia
——————————-that cannot be contained, there is
——————————-spilling, and washing, and dripping,
——————————-and there is wanting more.

——————————7. There is no shame

 

 

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