5 Quotes by Nathaniel Mackey

Hers to be his to be hers adinfinitum, smoke smudgingthebell of her throat. To what hadbeen or might've been herthoughts migrated, cloth wallhepressed his hand against, he ofthe indelicate embrace.

Nod house turned into shouthouse. In the shout house memorysaid shut up. It said silence,misery said amen, the mule'sheadmeant my stubborn lungs. . .I stoodimagining I fell back dreaming,stuck tongue stuck in my jawbrokemy jaw

We became a tribe recalling the foundingtwo. Ducked in thru a door, we ate foodfrom Reunion, island in an ocean some-where, we forgot which, ducked in, not atraceof them there. . . We clutched bodies, rubbedeach other's limbs, less in love with skin thanthe memory of skin, skin's image, all themoreextolling skin. . . Sexed insinuance, nixedinsistence in retreat. . . Would-be what-if,whatif. . . We wanted it back, big promise, portent,apocalypse,urgency, plummet,plunge

Cnthonic porch. Side-real garden. Sugar met salt, saltsugar. Black cat collarbone spill. . .Warble a worm in our throats,wetalked birdtalk. Talked against birdtalk,night, neck made of string. Night was asking where to next. . . Nowhere.Nothing. Nothingness. Gnosis putsalton our tongues.

They sat cross-legged onthe floor, short of lotus, lay backbetween table and couch. In theupset zone known as notyetthere they reconvened, sheunexpected harmony's ghost,another she recondite solace'sregret. . . They sat on thefloorsipping herb as we lookedon,incense an androgyne funk,flesh crevice, book of anabaticrecess