I BURIED MY NAME
from Elegy for a Lady: Sky-Goer
The Dakini is only the recollection of the body.
-W.Y. Evans-Wentz in a footnote to The Tibetan Book of the Dead
God gotten ambitions snap your head wide open, anyway. Even my mother’s
taught merchandise. Neutral, healthy assignment: Blanc. It’s the balanced
type of heightened chatter that balloons, only to die for a few days. Followed
by a fresh and forward-looking second rush of a hand to the receiver.