Leave me be. From here on the veranda
I watch a path that's not slimed by slugs,
or soiled by rabbits, the damn brown rabbits
pausing in their gnawing, or the high stink
of daisies, but one that's combed sand, palm, crab.
What light there is mot [...]
The road stops, not in a suburban cul de sac
but where the bulldozer's sunk.
Thirty or so men mill at the wreck
in shorts and Coke or Sony T-shirts.
They all have shoes and guns. Dirt
from the "plantesin" seams their skin. The Hertz
rent-a-jeep is th [...]
The bones scatter not as impressively
as the elephants', unless you call it
a decorator's statement, massed thousands
for color and texture. Lots of texture
here, especially where the bones complicate
with smaller sets. Still, Matthew Brady would
Crones support her in birth
so when the head appears
she does not topple from her squat
and snap it off.
Women who give birth the same year
are sisters the rest of their lives.
All big-bellied ladies brew beer,
laugh aloud cautiously, dare not
give t [...]
Early one Hattiesburg night,
the moon hardly dry from
the swampbottom, the beer
already half-gone and sleep
six hours off, the kid changes
into her tutu and tap shoes
and sings Sewanee with the dogs
by the light of the high beam.
We go wild. Even the [...]
He'd thought having them along
might make homeowners open. But
she's platinum blonde and the baby owes nothing to him. No one invites
them up for tea, into their family rooms,
onto their decks. Instead, she kisses
him big in a shady lane, her baby
Though the mother does not take drugs
to keep her calm, the father is obviously placid. The child is the boat they all
climb on, even the guard. This is a saga
about seasickness. The judge begins by
considering the mother's legs as she flips
I'd forgotten about stars,
the only prairie ornament.
As we drank on the patio,
they lit his head until
cloudcover cut them off,
chiaroscuro, the way his whiskers
banked over his jaw after five.
I'd forgotten about the emptiness
of the prai [...]
Magoo, I said, remember courtship?
The sense of search: the long leaves
tight against the empty pod? How
annual those yearnings, how unsymmetrical.
A man desires to drive
you to the ever-campus of innocence.
Ha. First a moment in a pub, a drink [...]