Live the rest of your life from one worst case to another.
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
you know that baby swallows make silver ripples in wild rivers to court reeds?
how does an afternoon turn on its axis?
love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt
If my life was the size of my arm, I would stretch it out for you.
Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
a folksome, gruesome opera of gauze and malcontent.
I don’t know why I’m in the garden kneeling on dirt
and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub at the Assisted Living Place
my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight, and there are already way too many fragments in this house
There is so little left of the tomato plants.
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack Once a zipper Unzipped
Every so often, they add a tattoo in honor of some long-forgotten love.
I am not a guide for every traveler of loss.
We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…
I like to think I’m also sprung, released from the furnace knocks, done with the heavy meat stews and salty soups.
I tap at the alphabet while a single deer taps at the dirt beyond the brush on the far side of the tree line.
I buy too much, for someone of my stature. could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin. its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.