By artsist Micah Lexier and poet Christian Bok.

Vertigo

by Anne Stevenson

 

Mind led body

to the edge of the precipice.

They stared in desire

at the naked abyss.

If you love me, said mind,

take that step into silence.

If you love me, said body,

turn and exist.

i ran into a ghost today
she thought she was in hell.
i began to correct her, but i stopped myself
it's best not to lie to a ghost

this shit isn't poetry

today i saw my image in the window;
the light split through my face
and landed on my cheek.
it was almost forgettable (but not quite).