Two Poems

Two Poems

  I Marry I marry a column of air. I marry my own freedom, and at the altar it and I merely brush knuckles. I marry time and march to the dais, one forward step as each second ticks. I marry sex and refuse to care who steps into its body as man after man does. I...
Double Mastectomy

Double Mastectomy

  Biopsy They poked me with a straw and sucked out some adipocytes, five bulbous bubbles. I told the nurse my mom died from it so she held me while she cried, weeping for the theoretical death of her own mother. I do not cry.   Drains Four transparent hand...
Trout Fishing with Heroin Addicts

Trout Fishing with Heroin Addicts

  I was a novice angler. A junkie, nodding out, Whispered, come a little Closer—I’m going to Let you in on a secret. She pulled out her Fillet knife & stabbed Me just below my ribs & started to laugh. As I strained for oxygen, The opposite I imagined Of...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    Valley                     in memory of Nathan Becker 1918-2000   Dirt, rock’s clatter on pine boards, smooth grey stone on smooth gray stone....
Connect

Connect

  Night after night, talking on the phone, we give over to a crackling, a circuitry, a crux the ceiling fan stirs up into the scree that proves all electricities are one, and one of us says I can’t hear you just a minute but the talking heats back up and one of...
Two Poems

Two Poems

  IF YOU DON’T WANT YOUR KIDS TO HAVE SEX DON’T FINISH THE BASEMENT This guy Lev, at the dinner party said, If you don’t want your kids to have sex don’t finish the basement. I don’t remember anything anymore, my 52 year old brain a soggy piece of kale, but I...