Still Life

Still Life

  near Srebrenica, 1998                                    It took dominion everywhere.                                               Stevens, “Anecdote of the Jar” A shoe stands at the forest edge, tongue depressed with spectacles and one gray sock. It’s quiet now:...
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 like dandelions. I’ve never been afraid of sugar. String bean cans in...
Two Poems

Two Poems

Institution Two weeks before my wedding I went to call on my mother, an ant tethered to a stick; safe–– gleeful in the monsoon. She is a passenger reversing. The architecture of motion is lifted–– In institution I brought her three floral dresses to try on and she is...
No One Should Feel That Alone

No One Should Feel That Alone

    Jane was handing someone a bouquet of satay, gushing about Muller’s Foreign Cinema and Laszlo, when I told her about the abortion. A party not the best place to breathe new disclosures, to say: The baby would be three years old now. I moved to a conversation about...
Homecoming

Homecoming

1. Finally the war was over and we could go home but my wife was wary. Those houses? she said, watching the news. Those stores? schools? police? Fake. Don’t believe what you see. Childhood. Wasps twitching on honey cakes, and our game with the clay balls, hiding them...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    Just the Wrong Amount of Money   It’s not like he can just be a rich dude, my friend says of a guy we know. He has enough money to keep him from finding a job, not enough to just work on finding himself. In money there are so many wrong amounts. Zero, for...