<tate's "absences" part 20> 2006-08-16.2:33 p.m. 20. from "Absences" James Tate Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas. The orange glow of an erased creature murdered in comfort by mama's ax flies into the organ. The voice of the leaf on the neck poisons the dowry in the yellow kitchen. Soft Oothoon, after all, dropped the wood louse overboard with a sailor's smile. And eleven elves drop dead in the basin of gold trousers. Prayers lie like pale beards on the street. Nearing an island, I forget to wave. It is too beautiful to excite me with the idea of accessibility. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad