Two Poems

Two Poems

  Bloom           —for Kazim Ali Yesterday it was leaves, now snow suffocates the seeds. What’s meant to flower flowers underground or not at all or we haven’t the kind of eyes that recognize color breaking earth,...
Incarnate

Incarnate

  Two wolves mating and then at rest, the carnal moment just caught. How easy to miss it. How softly their ears ward off flies. Who am I to be in love, wearing my skin as if it were not pelt. The hummingbird’s throat like a kiss you had forgotten, fluorescing in...
Three Poems

Three Poems

    Lake Natron                   after Nick Brandt Your love’s thermal waters, kept from sun for ten thousand years. Others heal, but I am the gilded head of Minerva...
The Poem

The Poem

    arrives like a serrated wing. Cuts the medium on which it is inscribed. Cuts the fabric of the real.   Arrives in the walled absence where the self is not. Cuts the costume of the self off a mannequin of air. Cuts the white light of a voice into...
In Our Bundle

In Our Bundle

  When we think of sticks, do we think tree; oh bramble of me; what part of us, scatters wind, becomes home to something other; how your skinny bones in drape, mulberry limbs; oh slats of light, ribs of; & dusk always resides in chest, in fissures between...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    NATALIE WANTED TO WATCH NASCAR Natalie wanted to watch NASCAR I said Hold up not my thing we were on the attic floor cleaning up Gel Markers and Monopoly houses Come on dad don’t go to the basketball the Cavs were playing the Pacers and Lebron was doing...