Emiy Van Duyne
a snake charmer, she sang
only recall half the lyrics,
That moment when you search
swear you've seen before?
were worst. I'd wake from a white
of powdered milk, then languish until noon,
failing. Listen to me. I only
of panic in the maggot lit dusk.
to dinner, I ate in the doorway
in the morning. If it’s lost
of my dream. Believe me,
"Lorca's Beliefs" came out of my reading the introduction to Lorca's "Poet in New York," written by the translator, who kept running on about Lorca "believing this, and believing that." It struck me as ridiculous. So I tried to define what Lorca might believe in, and got stuck on goats and powdered milk.