OCCUPANTThe sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...
A CRITICPick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...
HISTORIANPiles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...
YOU WHO KNOWI was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...
GRIFFY LAKEI spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...
A NEW WORLD
Waking up, I see it's all different.
The walls and ceiling in colors I've never seen,
the closet hung with bright garments,
the street outside longer, empty.
Even the dog and cat are changed
to rare beasts with the smell
of a far off jungle hanging on their feet.
Trembling, I stagger
to wash my face, putting off
the moment when I look in the mirror.