from Debbie: an Epic by Lisa Robertson

"Feed from my tongue.
Touch my wet hip.
Give me words.
Give me words."

"I/bludgeon the poem with desire/and stupidity..." (and then?)

"Don't be afraid tulip for time with fat/with our indiscretions."

"Sweet buggered-up earth and derelict I

desire some futurity some folly

and if the vowels fall open to your

affection I am small"