Research: Journals
The Journal
Issue 32.2
Script on Gold Leaf (4)*
Jean Gallagher
(There is a spring at the right side,
and standing by it a white cypress.
Thirst [untranslatable].)
Even here, after the shine
on my ideas shook off in tinsel, I still
want things. Thirst is a handful
of local grit you can pick up glittering
anywhere. Thirst is a native tree
all over. When I got to the water,
they said and you are...? I said I've been
leaning against this white-hot cypress,
reaching, all my life.
