A walk home each day to Avenue J, with its unfinished front steps (the taxes)
and the trees out back (grafted). We added
the perfect mud for imaginary slave drivers, and assembly line pies.
Near that was the window for sneaking, and back door for
opening quietly, and the place where the snow grew
so thick that it took three […]
Lodged beneath what they call a mountain sleeping under a cross my elbows
reach up singing for what really is in all ways tumbling
drift towards what is real.
They call it Royal I say rocky is where the root of my root grows
and I frequently sigh for quadrants and urban sprawl
and foothills spreading amply under exposed swaths […]
In the early afternoon while they liein bed the furnaceturns on.Somewhere in her housea floor-board creaks.
I love . . . when you touch me here, she says,
I want to touch you there every night, he […]
I knew her in the long rainsthat turned the soil to tobacco spit and lizard tongues.Our feet stuck as we walked down the drivewayto the black car that waited to take us to the funeral.Lighter than me, her slender foot escaped a bootand I thought I heard a sob, that her sorrow was finally breakingout, […]
Driving north, I’m caught in an exhalation of weather.Foggy breath blows a tunnel through the night,obscures gravel shoulders and silo lightsbeyond the edges of the QE2 Highway.
This night is dressed in a spinster’s gown –white cotton buttoned at the throatand billowing over curves, ditches and exits,concealing accident and choice.I squint through the windshield, trying to […]
