When I was four, I stole a quarter
from my grandmother's purse, and my father
took me to a lecture about Sing Sing. The slides
showed prisoners in black and white stripes
splitting rocks with sledgehammers. In those days,
I was still afraid of the gr [...]
Those trees have a bad case of insomnia. I need a reasonable god.
I can't go on believing in these disappearances—
too many banal sunsets, too many lovers strolling, lost
beneath the lunatic stars. Who is manning the switches?
Who will save our [...]