And how to fill them is the problem of cigarettes and paint. First time I felt my undoing was in front of a painting—Sam Francis, I believe. Oh, his bloomed out, Xanax-ed California. I liked the word guard, but you know we made each
Louise Mathias is the author of The Traps (Four Way Books, 2013). She lives in Joshua Tree, California.
by this poet
All night I flew the dark recess of God's mind. It was arranged like Iowa fields-- not a damn thing missing. You ask how I survived. I lived on a message, broad light at the end of the world. Words, they have so much in common with departure, the clouds elliptical & nervous. Why translate? It's just a