Sad news to have to impart, the death of a beloved poet, word-master and word-mistress, Bernadette Mayer, who, at aged 77,  passed away peacefully in her home last night.   A huge loss. Our deepest sympathies go out to her family (who were there with her) and to her many many friends.
— Read on allenginsberg.org/2022/11/bernadette-mayer-1945-2022/

i will wear my dancing shoes
put on my rose quartz
because i’m not afraid
of the heaviness of love

my favorite author wrote a book about the metaphysiology of writing, 
i haven’t read it yet but 
i have a feeling it’s gonna be good

   this is the mind of a woman on the edge of her seat 
   this is the mind of a woman 
   reeling and waiting         like fishing 

   this is the mind of a woman on the edge of her seat
      going slowly, going slowly, going slowly 
         this is the mind of a woman on the edge of her seat 
              going swiftly, going swiftly, going swiftly 

    this is the mind of a woman of the road
   in her desire on the pollen path 
 this is the mind of a woman

in maiza on the verge
of getting it on

enduring indignities and setting them down 
this is the mind of woman on the edge of a breakthrough