POETRY

“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
—Rita Dove
Letter To a Young Poet

Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”

Observer of the Patient

Her brown eyes,
how a fig
considers itself.

Sprung (April)

I like to think I’m also sprung,
released from the furnace knocks,
done with the heavy meat stews
and salty soups.

The Body is a Sin

The sin is existing.

Clueless & Briefly Gorgeous

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.

The State School 1984 His Given Name Was Wilbur  We Called Him Magpie

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

An Endeavor of Being Now

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

Me and Other Bodily Accessories

I am not a guide
for every traveler
of loss.

appetites

you quit wearing pants
loaf around your yard
in hole-nipped panties

Snow Falls from Branches

Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.

heavy rain
The Plot

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

[Zoetrope with Particulates in it and a Newborn]

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

Vase

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

painting of apple and grapes
Feast Of

anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple

beach
On Undressing a Color / On Undressing a Girl

I imagine that undressing a color, though, would be so much like peeling a memory away from the grey and the white matter of your brain.

On the Night Row-Houses Across the Street Catch Fire

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

Tea

my father holds
his favorite drink

Electric Eels, Finishing School, Teeth

Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.

Dis Place Ment

People have always coped with flooding, and they learned to cope with death.

Going Broke

Winter sat like a wolf
on the horizon.