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...

STOP MY EARS

in the middle of the night
my sleep is disturbed
by wreckage

I get up, dress
go salvaging in my room
I pick up a bit of rope
some jewels
a man's right shoe

there
underneath the chair piled with clothes
a little hand
I hear an infant cry

what do I do with this?
how can I ever sleep now?

wrapped again in blankets
I curl up
squeeze eyes shut
stop my ears
with the jewels of a stranger