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HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE LIBRARY

Peaches, bowl of

peaches, pink

peach, hunting

for Heidi Brown.

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE LIBRARY

peeking between
Encyclopedia
Britannica, crouching
behind the Apple, perusing pertinent
periodicals, Heidi Brown is not
dipping her toe
in the Dewey Decimal System.

The brilliant bowl in the kitchen.

Pink

FRUIT

TWO TO THREE INCHES ACROSS, WITH A FURROWED STONE:

Heidi Brown speaking
to me across
the years, sending
salutations across

the bay >
HEIDI BROWN IS NOT ON THE RADIO

No

taste not/speak not/no luscious/no dance ----->

no interjecting comments through
static ssssssssssss, something

for the ear. Sing

THE SWEET FLESH, YELLOW.
RED -
FLUSHED, OR WHITE, COVERED
BY A THIN
BUT FUZZY SKIN.

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE REFRIGERATOR,

not right now, not right now,

watch the way she stands,
in boots/ in scarf/ in jeans/ in truth.
HEIDI BROWN IS NOT ON TELEVISION

Bite >

my friend, something bite> here, Heidi Brown,
something that I have seen before,
a movie, a song ----- something,

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT DAISY MILLER

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE LIBRARY

tracking

motion recorded before,
slow soft

meander through the rugs,

step, sway, step, step, Heidi Brown.
Touch the rug.
Fuzzy.
The clear plastic cup of canned peaches,
the cup served with smiley lunch,

bite> LONG PERIODS DURING WINTER
OR EARLY SPRING ------------>

CAUSES OF SERIOUS LOSSES.

HEIDI BROWN IS NOT IN THE LIBRARY.