OCCUPANT
The sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...

A CRITIC
Pick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...

HISTORIAN
Piles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...

YOU WHO KNOW
I was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...

GRIFFY LAKE
I 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.