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It’s past escapes
It won’t be long
It’s taking baby steps
Towards a giantess’ song
Becoming of another
It’s a same old song
On my hair it’s a feather
In my belly too
There’s you World no other
It’s in you
I’m like you
Taking baby steps
It’s past escapes
From Early Works by Alice Notley. Copyright 2023 by Alice Notley. Reprinted with the permission of Fonograf Editions.
Enormous earrings are heavying
my head
bangs are shadowing
my eyesight
furthermore I’ve forgotten the art of
the gritty rhyme I see colored motes vaguely
not particular stuff
rubber ducks robots and tigery
Consciousness travels, my sweet: don’t you remember?
One sends one’s thoughts to thee as on this footfall,
or in this poem. But, truly, remember how we left our old meat-
heads to enter the glyph and ride the crystal ark, un-
bodied but worded. My mother is a starred thought—
and, Don’t You Remember? the Mind from nowhere is everywhere,
I keep going back to that word
the French like it trahison the French are partly me
in micro-particular disposition I sing
I'm most fascinated by metaphysical
betrayal and its off-color quarter-tones I mean
I mean it that a bit of matter could humiliate