CLAIRE CHRISTOFF
In Which Dennis Hopper Photographs His Burning Home
Santa Ana season. Some construction crew up in Sherman Oaks.
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Santa Ana season. Some construction crew up in Sherman Oaks.
Thus ma added grass to her name
the blue sweep of that lyric, calling everything back–
I will never make a child, no matter how many moons with their obligatory nights
is sentience
the wonder of sonar
Suddenly, it felt, everyone was deploying to Africa
Snow cracked beneath
our feet like glass.
Without thinking twice, I step out into the abandoned airstrip.
It began. Clouds parted because clouds part.
Botero’s critics ask all the time, why the obsession with fat?