Lia Purpura, Parasol Mushroom (detail), featured in AGNI 102
I Cannot Name Him
I know him by despair,
know his truck is the truck
that levels the trees I know him
late at night in bed, dark lake—
one great eye opening suddenly.
I awaken in the ink-fleck to the call
of my name and find no one there—
stuck breath, echoed third—
air static, staccato, disturbed.
Published:
| Online 2007

Kimberly Kolbe
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