Baby Picture
We burn his photo under the tree. My friend, I trust her witchcraft.
“Orpheus Wanders Out of the Wood” and “Eurydice in Woodshop”
No wonder songs are so full of denial. And what
did you do about that?
Jacinda Speaks
My fifteenth summer, I poured tears from two earthen pitchers and half the tears fell on dry ground and the other half spilled into the lake where the ripples spread like whispers in empty echo chambers.
‘My Time With the Angels’ and ‘Administrative Assistant’
I climbed the beanstalk, up and up, to the realm
Of pendulous curtains.
The Listening Tree
What made me want him? That supple, brutal kingsnake of a boy, wine-lipped and longhaired.
While Drinking Sangria
You resemble an angel created in a landfill.
Genie in Pieces
Father is the name for what guards the front door. The world outside is full of noise. A truck, a lawnmower, a dog, and then another.
‘Mus Maximus’ and ‘Venice’
In Pompeii we didn’t distinguish rats
from mice.