Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

I don’t wear my mother’s body. There’s no use sneaking around the house, a gingerbread prefab, forest-scented with frosting snow. Punch drunk on fairy tales. Non-ascetics: you & me— There are two kinds of romantics. Hungry poets traveling in packs. Youths high on...
Wild Lemons

Wild Lemons

    We wake like bees and peel a lemon. Then there is a glowing. Do you want to eat it wedge by wedge? Pull the pith off, keep the seeds. Lift a blue crayon, ring each other’s mouths in blue. We all live under a rule— a lemon law for what’s beyond repair:...
SHAARE TIKVAH (GATES OF HOPE), LISBON

SHAARE TIKVAH (GATES OF HOPE), LISBON

  SHAARE TIKVAH (GATES OF HOPE), LISBON * In this landscape, churches seem displaced. Half close your eyes in quiet contemplation, look behind the convents and the crosses. This is no realm for heavy robes and rosaries. It belongs to those who study time and...
Answers

Answers

Because the day changed you. Because your sister just left one day and made you the one who. Because you forget most of it, the parts you remember make up your life. Because I was biking behind the truck when I saw those deer spook and run the long hypotenuse between...
Ode to Westminster Street

Ode to Westminster Street

                          —after cummings and Spinoza   We do not know what a body can do… how when she crossed the street  ...
Russell in the Road

Russell in the Road

    Whenever the revolution breaks out in this country, he’s ready to go, dressed in camouflage all the way up to the visor on his cap, but today outside the town store, fast-talking with his lips close together   to hold in his upper plate,...
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