“TIME

Do not hesitate
to count your moments
in units of eternity.”

—Jane Stuppin

“ARBOR

Come to the arbor bank of thoughts;
root among the dandelions
while I muse.”

—Jane Stuppin

“WHO AM I?

I am the fog that came to stay,
the silk Limoges jar in four voices,
the bourbon blimp
I always hear.”

Jane Stuppin

“My hair felt hysterical.
My pulse beat like an egg beater
not rhythmic but circular.
Do something! I said to myself. But what?
What could I do next: hit, kill or run?”

—Jane Stuppin

“His breath dusky, like a red engine’s exhaust.”

—Jane Stuppin

“on the bronze
forehead
a mosquito alights
disappointed.”

—Jane Stuppin