Poetry
Our hospital conversation turns to snow and bitter cold, how it is the same this year as when we walked to school, snow way up over our galoshes, how it made those red rings
Blackbirds gather from marshy summer homes and fly to town, collecting at the Meadowdale Coffee Shop. Perched at tree-top tables, they speak family secrets
When my last lover went, she left her long brown braids in the dresser drawer
so I hung them from the garden fence to scare the deer away.
quick listen to the tick of ittonight not quitetomorrow yet my friendthe time will comewhen end is endedthe light on the blackand white linoleumno longer shineswhen I am died
I roll awake in the half moon-shaped ditch. "Where the hell are my Kools, my Canadian Mist, the ice for Godsakes, yes, even my Blackberry?"
Molecules of our bodies only lightlybind, allow for life by not releasing,in their coupling, enough heat to burnthemselves to ashes, allow for death by easilylosing interest, and unlinking.
When I walked into the forestof camouflage, faces turned,gleaming through the leaveslike tin plates hungamongst trees for targets.
Sometime between the hen and the singing harp, Jack's mother changes hermind. Yes, the gold eggs glitter in the morning, yes, she eats off coins the size of saucers, yes, she knows tomorrow he will bring another wonder down the
Down at the Pizza Factory you can get a mini pizza for a buck plus a quarter for each topping.
I sit at her table and eat ground cherries she peels their lantern paper skin makes little stacks of pale orange balls
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