Vulpesvulpes

, As a whisper our older selves told us now in our separate cities.
Remember I was supposed to put a rat where my mouth was?
Or maybe it was tar where my H-toum was.
It's okay. If this ends rudely I am exempt
from attending any party this weekend.

If I could say "hey" to my tomb before
it envisions me in it!
If I could join the monkey's head with that
body. When I write you so many times it is called
overeager.    When I write you not enough it is called
lately.

Words I have had to look up while reading Christian Bok's EUNOIA

gnu
fugu
bulgur
kevel
baht
naphtha
rococo
syzygy
linseed

Book Review: "The Hand on the Head of Lazarus" by Christina Zawadiswky

      Since I have burdened myself with reading 125 books this year - which is a lot for me, but maybe not you - I am going to review some that I particularly like. Briefly, since I am not awesome at reviewing. This is more like review-aerobics for me. REVAEROBICS.

I found this book at the Book Seller, a book store in the Milwaukee Public Library.

Paperback
Published by: Ion Books
Number of pages: 98

Christina has so much color in these poems, and uses the comma a whole lot, which works lovely wonders. From the poem Kissing the Murderer,

My friends all tell me that the walls have wings,
that I could find a lover behind every door,
that the clubs, and the people, and the animals and stars
are all ready to adore me, are all ready to whistle
at my lips, body, figure, at my dancer's stance,
at my burning pet lamb,...

It is hypnotic to me. Rather like a golden thread pulled through my fingers and splitting off into other colors, and sometimes I don't know when I turned away from the main.

Common tropes: blood, faces, trees, stone.

I recommend this to lovers of the intense, fans of run-on sentences, and use of the first person narrative.