TEETH Blank white. My coat is full of wind. The trees endure, endure. Everything is ice or becoming ice. The cold makes cheeks hard, lips hard, they shrink to a smile and my teeth come forward: long, dry, blank white.
| Letters (1981) |
| Standing Where Something Did (1984) |
| Journalism (1984) |
| Blank of Blanks (1988) |
| The Sad Mailbox (1989) |
TEETH Blank white. My coat is full of wind. The trees endure, endure. Everything is ice or becoming ice. The cold makes cheeks hard, lips hard, they shrink to a smile and my teeth come forward: long, dry, blank white.