We can’t be other than we are and we are hungry for some fruitand we are holding up a tangerine in these our terrorized handsOh look how everything is...
The box probably full of live animals or other animals has gone missingand with it the sense of crushed sadness to which we’d so lovingly tendedand now we...
Because we are mammals we illuminate glasses of milkWe make wine and play the triangle whose corners ring through us to the nightWe are mammals in the...
It isn’t dark yet though it should be dark The grass is bright you can still see it and warm and you can smell it and elsewhere two people hold one another...
Every day to wake up supposing so many lines at once they seem more of an air or some skinPlease give me enough darkness to hear a bell ringing and keep it...
On my first day at the new job I scanned my whole body and could not find a nameI felt like a biblical error, I had to lie downEtiquette says a young widow...
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She brings shampoo bottles home. I don’t remember if she did or not, but I swear she brought the sheets home too. I probablydecided to build a fort. Whenever...
In the shadows God is a stranger who stops me to say that car handles nicely. God glows like birth, and it's cold like we need the warmth of fire.Brisk...
Wasn’t it a strange house? That swimming pool above ground?Some streamers & party horns, whistles too for the little ladies looking for balloons un pastel de...
He kneels under the burden of flowers, looking down, he cannot feel their beauty. The purple heft of it weighs him down. His yellow sling used to latch the...
Tell me the story again how you shaped clay into a toy.All you had was dirt. Such an old thing to have.I didn’t believe you until I visited your childhood...
The way mother folded my clothes. What did I learn? I still don’t know what I’m doing.My hands could never be as good. Eight years old, I’m with Mom at our...