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...
Advice for Young Poets

Advice for Young Poets

  1. « Know that one day the birds will come                 for their sprightly cameos in your poems » « You’ll try to trap them too energetically                 at first, in your twenties » « In your thirties, they will surely come;                 no poet turns...
The Destroyer Believes He Can Move the Earth

The Destroyer Believes He Can Move the Earth

  The Destroyer does not just use this line in the bedroom. There is context. Of course, in the core of the earth some liquid and some iron. The Destroyer’s father believed he could concentrate and stop a man’s heart, at least that’s what he said after too many gin...
Three Poems

Three Poems

  When the Thief Appears   jerky and twitched-out two feet from my bed I want to be the woman who throws off the quilt, leaps to my feet, yells What the fuck? startles him into a freeze and this intruder gets what’s his. We’ll both learn what rage looks like after...
Dental Work/Shiny Object

Dental Work/Shiny Object

                    Looking into my father’s dead mouth I get                   a good look at all that expensive                   dental work, the silver fillings,                   bridgework, crowns, implants, etc.                   he had installed over the...
A Poem

A Poem

    Poet Wrestling with        d e a t h_____ t o u c h   They say: murderous resting face. & I say. Everyone is a coward. In a ring of fire. There are only fists. & liars. I sweep a leg. Bloodsport is not. For honor. Don’t you know my name. What will you...