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...
UNLUCKY MOON
the tin fear
then the fear made of steel
when eyes in the back of your head
seal up
you glance over your shoulder
and see this is
what it's all about:
the moon unsettles you
tempers your heart
to think of
that excellent end the old habit
of dying and giving away
something that can never
be given away again
the moon
only half full
is hungry
and something more than gravity
pulls you together