what's in the spheres we said
where do we fit?
out in the yard we thought
we'd circumvent 

i was a dropsical, whimsical girl
obsessive, critical
behind the world, I

cried for you
it's all for you
peas that grow
stars that float

law of excluded middle in the street
drinking our beers, i thought you were so sweet
now it's the autumn and we broke our hearts
you always thought i thought you weren't that smart but

you are all
things that move
i stand still
and observe you

in a highly charged environment
sylbie realized everything she was was a failure
it was both warm and nonrandom
why monica? sylbie asked. what's the point?
how do i make it all feel important again? 

ah

girlhood

law of excluded middle

you don't have to eat the turkey meatballs unless you want to

you have careful feet
on the oakwood stool you built
in this future you make furniture 
and i teach at the school

we host a party scene
you dress the house in white
all of our friends bring wine and talk about
the novels in their lives 

and you know what i'll say
if tallow's on its way

it's a discursive fight
on generatrix fate
so we laugh until we cry
we pack it into our shared brain

well i'm more a winter girl
you'll close the store at one
we'll poke the wood stack with our shoes
make love until our hair is soaked

and i know what you'll say
if patina's on its way 

it's all for you

generatrix

your friend maryam 
told me this morning
you have a thing for
nervure and red wine 

i'm pretty harry
a little scary
people say i speak
right to their third eye

you have what it takes to be my lover
i wish i had what it takes to be my lover

now that we're fourteen
things are pretty green
my neck of the woods
precedes two large horns

down by the creek i
think i'm anemic 
do you know the spell
for not being mythical

anymore, i'd like to learn to be
a real girl

and if you are a real witch than we ought to go
out tonight 

but what will i wear?

sylbie the satyr

the weathervane, isosceles 
was more defined than all our limbs 

we packed a lunch and hiked the hill
to where your mother used to live 

the light like bees on spotless arms 
we closed our eyes and let it sting 

the tarn was birthing dead verdure 
but we still had a chance at something 


what if I can’t be all of what you are 
what if I can’t be all of what you are to me

for you


your mother’s hair, the same physique 
you told me 'bout her callused eyes 

we saw her image in the clouds 
as purple filled the dusky sky 

your cracker mouth and easy touch
cement-like in the way they stayed 

between my skin and memories 
i think about you every day 

what if I can’t be all of what you are 
what if I can’t be all of what you are to me

for you

in defense of the poor image

c*nn*r

g alex sandy

when i think of you in the pink hotel

there's violence 
in the thrust of your new syntax 
will you invite me to your post-aphasic feast?

and I want you to want me to want you
but I'll still stammer pre one-liner 
it's a fact of love 

can you see me?

in silence 
watching you from the back seat 
the shoulder moves closer 
the scene still confuses me 

and so it's possible 
that we'll be under the same sky 
and both will die
living two separate lives 

and I won't be selfish this time
I want what's best for you 
whatever you will do will be the best 
it's true
and I will look away 
if that's polite and right 
I will look away 

I will look away

the mirador

what do you say now that it's over
what do you say now that it's dead
are your palms glued together?

is it a mistake
are we a mistake away from
loving forever?

doo da doo

it's been a year since picnic summer
we were a hike away from home
all of that fruit in our pockets

do you think obsession is over
are we settled into our sins
will we grow old within?

ba beep boop

the diagnostic witch

score for "sylbie shade"

hand on back you lead me to dinner
I think your smile's remarkable 
is there something sky-wise that you see?

dining alone in this universe
is there someone you can have 
a conversation with 

I don't know if it's me 
I don't know if it's me
it's so fucking hard

back breeding they made a wooly mammoth 
I think I'd like to see you once
with her

pyrosequencing our love again
I don't know if I can still pretend
you are only what they say you are

I don't know if this is me
I don't know if this is me
it just feels like

pyrosequencing

Pelagic dream and I can’t see you
Over all the sea
Hazel says you’ve both been lost to 
a nautical marquis  

But does he know 
that I’m a Penelope 
 
Can the dollar bring her back
Does your poem ask her that 
Could the wraith of her in dreams be reality   

An inhibition under lids, I 
want to speak her name
Tea is the ascot you say
Of the rainy day 

And I’m awake but I can’t 
wonton away 

Can the dollar bring her back
Does your poem ask her that
Could the wraith of her in dreams be reality

Afternoon Nap

Invitations they go 
Who could ever confirm  
Out beyond the hedgerow 
Laima calls for someone

Making wine 
Spirits fly over the 
Air is clear 
Let’s not speak of that my 

In the summer they say 
Picnics fine at sunset 
Estivate all season 
Laima makes her best bet 

Baking thyme
Shadows sink across
the sill in clear
Let’s not speak of that my 

Love, you hear the neighbor outside 
the scimitar is up to us now 
he’s got his hand on wind chimes 
the afternoon is better off without

Limoncello

This was the crisis 
Lo, we have our villain 
Picking apart the love we 
thought we’d given 

Hazel’s our girl
She’s come into our garden now

Tell us my dear
What values do you value 
Silk worm on som tree
You were just a shadow

Now in the spring  
We see you as the bloom you are 

And I 
think you
will be uberitous 

Tell us about 
the youth we have forgotten 
make us remember 
quondam isn’t loveless 

I was alone 
but thoughts can’t undermine the flesh

but darling, you aren't wearing that, are you?

Hazel the Garden Girl

Do you remember outside in your backyard?
We always thought your dad would never see
Pulling my hair you made me swear to not tell
I don’t know why I never thought to scream

That was the summer before your big move
Kernels of dogwood strung across the lawn 
Back by the gate we buried our lost teeth 
I never told your family what I saw 

Lights are on
Lights are turning on love 
I was young 
I was so fucking young 

Sometime the years went and you were after
Codeine behind a thick layer of smoke
Somewhere the spheres said you should pay attention 
God was there first and so you let him grow 

Lights are on
Lights are coming on love
I was young
I’m so fucking young

sylbie shade

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