A dreamy poem in fragments —

A moonlight like gauze, no –
*
of course it’s not, but wouldn’t we
want it to be so?
As if that little glow tore open a hole
in your arm & somebody
bandaged you softly up?

Joshua Marie Wilkinson’s Lug Your Careless Body Out of the Careful Dusk is full of almost-narratives: The theft of a Francis Bacon painting and its aftermath , the detritus of a colorful car accident, boys’ games and pranks, mysterious ladders, and an Anna that enters and exits the book without warning.

A telephone requires so much proximity
it almost
defeats the purpose.