Lights on the dashboard spell out
“You still can’t kiss me”

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud

Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped

my father holds
his favorite drink

The storm passes without snow.
The car waits loyally in the back lot.

a folksome, gruesome opera
of gauze and malcontent.

Listen to me: I know
the winter gloom in
mid-summer…

Every so often, they add a tattoo
in honor of some long-forgotten love.

I would always rather be happy than
dignified. Rather held than held
in awe.

There is so little left of the tomato plants.

We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

The sin is existing.

You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.

We stop doing dishes while
a mile unwinds
from the tree outside.