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...
THEFT OF A LINE FROM STRAND
Torment of love--
repetitive, boring theme
but how true!
A hiss of fleeing air
my lips turn blue
a thousand heartbeats
spent in a moment.
What box is this
with its sharp corners
and what is in it?
I sink with its weight
to the floor
I cannot support myself
out of breath
I will not rise again.