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...
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