After Wallace Stevens “Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird”

I. This is the only window in this house
II. Inebriation can multiply a hand into a hundred hands feeling up your dress, one window into three.
III. Every window has a portal for dirt and grime to pass through, Mine has a large hole where colorful birds
breathe their last.
IV. A window and a door are one, A door could be a window when shrunk a window is a door.
VI. do not go through this window head first, The only beauty in suicide is getting to see yourself drown.
VI. The moon looks like a giant disc through the panes. My mother once called it a ball of light, Shadow creator,
sponge.
VII. Can a window protect a woman’s [perceived] dignity without becoming a barricade?
VIII. The absence of a window is a void. The absence of a void is a wall. Where there is no wall, there is the exposed
bleakness of the outside world.
IX. Oh, that I should worship the effervescent beauty of this window.
Its golden plated eyes, The straight proud back of its youth.
X. The window is a reflector of light, like God, Like those angels that didn’t fall.
XI. My dreams are so window -less. The nightmares fly in like crows. The window absorbs my screams, gently.
XII. The sun is rising. The window must be smiling.
XII. It was night all day long. It was raining and it was going to sun. The window took it all Before our eyes.