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...
GETTING PEACE
I got inside
my enemy's body
to eat my way
out
making my way
around the bones
cries swirling
the soft parts
of my ears
sounds a man makes
being abandoned or
like someone
giving up
we were by a lake
men walking in the trees
shoes never touching
the humid forest floor
directed their faces
toward the rising sun
and the enormous settling of differences