February Thaw

February Thaw

    The lights off in the house, children dream warm and smell of sweat. I lie awake, your parallel—motionless, listening to the dark. Outside, crowded maple trees soften themselves and glisten. Weeping, they unroll their leaves. Your breathing descants, I...
The Forever Knot

The Forever Knot

    We danced as if the booze had made the hips of me the all of me and no one had ever told me no. We danced, the cheesy DJ crying out to the conference press of bodies, and we – we danced like a moan, ceiling tiles eavesdropping on our harsh whispers,...
Juvenilia

Juvenilia

    I am a child in the lunchroom which is the sometimes gym singing my known truths: I love milk to which Tanya says If you love it so much why don’t you marry it? And that’s a fair point, Tanya. Why don’t I marry this milk, why don’t I plan an elaborate...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    In Red          – Harmony in Red, 1908 Henri Matisse Enough red to end all desire for sex—reflected in her stern countenance. Her stance mocks any sense of calm. Neck, collar-entrapped, right hand...
Still Life

Still Life

  near Srebrenica, 1998                                    It took dominion everywhere....
City with Imogen Inside

City with Imogen Inside

  My husband shared his cigarettes with me + so when I die I do with lungs like eggplants. My floral dress snapped at the waist because                I have the finest shape in Massillon. Eyes...