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...
MYSTERY
I found the murdered man's ______ in my hand
I left town
I went very fast
I was not tired from my effort
I became remarkable
I was pictured moving with a weather front
I stormed out of myself
I spoke, and my words were hail
I slowed down over the ocean
I sank
I could still run, but more heavily
I found the bottom
I buried my hand
the fish had eyes like search lights