after Andre Breton
She stared in the mirror at night—
basking in the desire for afternoons,
sounding the grass as a guitar.
We thumbed the yard resonant with
bloody, bloody beef hanging from lines
of fishermen looking for land.
All that said, this patient body of the insect
grew cold in the wasteland of guilt—
the taste of candor which shone after tears
fell like chocolate on her tongue.
Note on the Collaboration: This poem was composed on 20 May 2012 with the two poets writing alternating lines based on random quotes from the work Andre Breton read over their shoulders. Revised in May and August 2012 by Keith S. Norris.