If language formed a center. If the center were true and tugging. If the tugging kinged us and we were fully assembled. If
we were translated into compasses and the wind
spun us around. If the ground imagined us raveled. If we strung milkweed around our shoulders and walked north. If we found a little house and labeled it covet. If it were contemptible to be personal and diamondly lit. If we bathed. If the neighbors watched us bathe. If we knew our way around a waist and an equation. If dirty were a symptom of wonder. If we were dirty with wonder. If we slapped a tender star and remembered our god. If remembering is always suffering. If there were a term for suffering in thought. If thought were radioactive and red. If we wandered through a gallery of horsetails. If we thought it was modern architecture. If the mechanics of thought were the mechanics of architecture. If we could build thinking with a chisel and hair. If we are scared to let go of our hotness. If hotness is a menial term. If hotness had anything to do with the equation. If our bodies were a hundred lying birds. If our bodies were disassembled. If we are failing and failing is gathered in the mind. If we mind failing. If we leap from place to place and
never arrive at it. If we are unkinged. If we
suffered for language and a little house. If truth is contemptible and wonder is a symptom of god. If we could build god with a compass and bath. If our neighbors watch and wonder. If language equals failure and failure is the end. If we disassemble the center. If we wander back to where we arrived. If the ground is a gallery of horsetails. If we bury our failures in the ground. If we wait for them to bloom. If a horse comes and pisses on them and we are happy still.
84 The Paris-American
Kimberly Grey is a Wallace Stegner Fellow in Poetry at Stanford University. Her work has appeared or will appear in Tin House, A Public Space, Gulf Coast, The Southern Review, Boston Review, TriQuarterly, and elsewhere. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. (www.kimberlyMgrey.com)