To get back to you is easy; I may be in a room full of
swelled with wine. I could be spreading my hand on a
to keep steady. And then rain will come or someone will
rain and I'll imagine your crunched Impala you got fo [...]
He has been back in New York two hours.
The cars bank and drift, sputtering like crabs.
It has just stopped raining, he comes in, turns off the lights,
opens the curtains and lets the sky's gray song begin.
Everything has gone wet. The brown bag went [...]
The poem emerges, head opened at the mouth, mouth
tilting toward the air. A new Venus with skin so tight it seems
laminated. Water beads, etcetera.
Etcetera; that's all I'm saying.
I could draw a parallel, I suppose. When I was five
I shook my ta [...]
but in a cold room of hurt, the bird
drinks in rapid drams of air:
Throat blushed, wings limp.
All day the robins injested
the wrong pesticide and now the
mistaken gardener wrings and wrings his hands, trying to recover
some balm of the com [...]