The state of exception continues as Alice dances the Tarantella on the carpet
Between the law and the living being – the unnamable being with no nation
is a point of imbalance, steadied by no home
Hanging from clouds: intricate environments we have come to miss
You cannot stop time. Seeking paradise, invent glass
Neither transmitting nor receiving, but with a wire looped over his ear
the man attempts to define the borders of the living
We’ve dreamt of books curled by fire, of the spines of books with no titles
of children who never left their stations
A figure turns from me, wearing russet. I have no dog – drinks from a red cup
Escaping the world, but failing to make another one
*
The snake slid free of her cage and we could find her nowhere, though we took all
the drawers out of the dressers, picked the rugs up off the floor, checked inside
every shoe, behind the toilets, under the beds. When the boy returned home, he sat
on the bottom step and cried
We left a mouse out for the snake, left the heat lamp on, but still
she did not come “home”
