“It is called feeling but is its real name thought?”
— Selected Poetry —
The Falling Action
She was sixty-nine or was it seventy? Some people said
a ripe old age. / It’s said that if the young learn they
are dying, they become holy. I suppose / it’s their face.
Fox’s Sleep
The first pill gives you sleep like warm butter.
Attenborough
I am the smartest animal
on earth, she chants. I am the smartest animal.
Okay, I concede. But to debate her thesis…
Epiphany
I left it behind in the dark bleeding gums
of the dog that I loved, watching her clench yet another rock
from the tide. That was twelve years ago.
Origami
… watching string
turn into the Eiffel tower
with only three fingers and a mouth pulling up its peak
is a mystery I should write down.
On the Resourcefulness of Others
I am not tending to my fire.
The Widening
If I want someone
to be grateful for me, I don’t know it yet. If I want
a man’s hand on my jeans, I don’t know it yet.
Albert County Breeder
On each window your dust
held the shapes of the cobwebs. Here
is your father coming out the kicked door.
Fox’s Sleep Revisited
She wants my hens.