Some of its most avowed practitioners have turned away from science, its boundaries, its manipulative procedures. They are pacifists now living in the desert where, according to a comforting formulation, rigid timelessness heralds a claim of dominance. Though we are deep inside its belly I do not ask them to show me the China Lake petroglyphs… deeper into the bardo still, where the rockets are…
A sliver of ice connects us and evaporates, / fades, becomes forgotten, / erased, / until one day no one will believe / the world was covered by frozen / mountain ranges
Writing as counterspell, against/thoughts that quantified how much space he filled,/of how much space the air filled—how detectable/the displacement of water.
“My mother, the young / immigrant, worked for minimum / wage at Denny’s, serving thin / coffee to men in blue denim. / My mother, sixteen, nimble…”
“Kelp-choked cove cants to and fro; / a diseased eye vainly chasing light. I undress; / pluck the / dive mask from the weeping man’s hands; / step off the breakwater and crash through the surface…”