I imagined a cascade of slow death for all / that mattered…
I have an axe with hearts gashed
my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight, and there are already way too many fragments in this house
Winter sat like a wolf on the horizon.
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack Once a zipper Unzipped
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
I like to think I’m also sprung, released from the furnace knocks, done with the heavy meat stews and salty soups.
my friends’ fathers are dropping I mean dying like flies
We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…
Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night; should have boiled old coffee before noon.
and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub at the Assisted Living Place
Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth, cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.
Ma wrings a wet world of colors
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.
it’s touch-and-go with me and weddings
here is the sky in stop motion, flickering, a still shot in monochrome
Every so often, they add a tattoo in honor of some long-forgotten love.
There is so little left of the tomato plants.
Gravel-scatted hell & we were blessed to be able to hold on for even a heartbeat
In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers, my back a misguided quote