Lulu’s Veil and Jocasta’s Brooch
By Dana Curtis
In answer to your question: I'm pretty sure
all the birds are dead now—this will teach
them not to think such dark thoughts,
such purple blotches across
a cat's electric fur. In response
to the continental shift, may I
just say: I've always loved
cracks in the earth, web underfoot,
the veil I only wear at murder
trials or someone else's wedding. Think
about it. You'll be pleasantly surprised
at the result, at what holds diamonds,
the silk: the wayward river from
the eye socket. I spent a long time
looking for just the right frame—
black with a dial. It connects
to what I need to connect—historical
fragments jumping out of
the bright red box. In reference to
the shutting of the cemetery, the removal
of your mouth, the selling
of a crystal doorknob: yes
or no, maybe later, vivid.
Source: https://www.amazon.com/Directed-Lilly-Obscure-Dana-Curtis/dp/1609644301/
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