1985
Explosion of something ephemeral
Trembling thing, ashamed, like feathers and pubic hairs
To dance, like eyelashes touching each other meagerly, slightly
At the tear, crack, between two edges rubbing each other
The eyes and upper and lower lips, nipples, arms, legs, nostrils, earholes, and every hole / To dance as if resonating, brimming over, from a fissure, in a flash, between them
From his memo