greetings!

Hi thesis friends, 

I seem to have internalized Lindsay's curiosity about this mysterious "she" who appears in only one instance in the whole of the body of my poetry. Thanks for the challenge, Lindsay! 

Does she. Does "she." Wobble red

painting morning,

            a calm breath.

The desire to know: will she wobble again? 
The boggle is a bother. 

After reading some Black Mountain poetry and listening to an interview of Charles Bernstein's with Robert Creeley on Linebreak,  this poem was wriggled out of me.

see: black speckled red petal shell covering

the lady bug is the most temporary of friends

a moment of fan

she crawls affinity

too beady on ground

and inaugurates pretty wings

 (The assignment now is to take a day or two of rest from this piece before I return to it to see what connections this poem might draw with Creeley's work, if there are any similarities or differences between his poetry and mine at all.) 

Marci