Poetry

Leaving Williamsburg

I'll miss formality; Although it showed how I Wore sneakers on a Saturday, I'll miss the Sabbath, Although it showed how I Was spiritually unkempt and common. I'll miss the Sabbath For how it rose, against gravity, above all Spiritually unkempt and common Rituals of the unritualistic, For how it rose against gravity, above all,…

Cousins

Figs & plums & stolen Red apples were sour When weighed against your body In the kitchen doorway Where July Shone through your flowered dress Worn thin by a hundred washings. Like colors & strength Boiled out of cloth, Some deep & tall smell Made the daylilies cower In early evening. Where did the wordless…

Peanut Butter

I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact. If you get right down to it the new unprocessed peanut butter is no damn good & you should buy it in a jar as always in the largest supermarket you know. And I am an enemy of change, as you know….

The Beautician

She, a beautician, came to see her friend Inside the morgue, when she had had her cry. She found the body dumped there all awry, Not as she thought right for a person’s end, Left sideways like that on one arm and thigh. In their familiarity with the dead It was as if the men…

from Chase

4. Two things we won't talk about: Money, and death, not necessarily in that order She's perched somewhere invisibly Like a contestant waiting in the wings. Did you say wings? Wings? she breathes. Look, I'm not some fancy prize Or afterlife, not some ethereal doll Squashed in a box. That one you had Died in…

Mother Mask

Mother Mask has twigs in her hair she is all eye that sometimes closes shut stars on her eyelids, open are oceans open are history movies, closed are blue skies, open are sorrow pain iris clarity events I forget if closed & open make any difference one or the other, one is the other, Mother…

The Man in the Helmet

The head made perfect as a dome sweats between walls of bordering foam. Though curve of chrome binds brow and cheek, still at my ear remote sounds leak, the roar distended to phantom twitter; but sight, sharp, coasts for brotherly glitter. On a dark field I loaf and sulk, my egress jammed by darker hulk…

In Trouble

I can put her in an airplane; I can put him in a window seat. I can put clouds beneath the wings like animals, like trees, like wave after wave after wave of cornfield in Minnesota, where she's from. No, him. I can have her smiling when she hands him a drink, I can make…

Stern Visage

after a painting by Paul Klee A man decides he doesn't want to die, he wants to take a trip. It might be a long trip, he thinks, so I'd better go alone. Or it might be short, so I'll take my wife. They board the sailboat, but at the first port of call his…