I am dreaming, or maybe not: I am in a snowstorm, white and eerie, my feet are frozen, and the lady in the burned-out cabin won’t allow the heat of the dull sun into my mind filled with desires

You have always been the kind of person to tell a toddler your hands are smaller than theirs. As I have grown taller and more elegant and my hands have remained smaller than yours I have come to the

Early morning I walked to the hardware store, then did concrete work. Filled erosion gaps around the stoop, patched shift cracks in the back wall. Messed with words this afternoon. Hoped a few shy figments from sleep would drift

Surely includes undressing in front of a filmy Mirror. Nude, you separate Phoenician blinds & witness a snowflake disappear into a puddle. Later, you strike up a conversation at the grocery. What IS the secret to determining The ideal

Falsely fresh, discarded deep into the earth’s dust. There she lies cradled by my depth, each crack, and crevice filled by dirt-crusted distinct hands. Flung unceremoniously into the deep, her scent is galling. Plagued with the cloying call to