9/21/09
I ended up wanting
something sharp, but not to travel with,
not to breathe beside.
10/19/09
Leaves falling like uncounted dead.
The uncounted dead growing
in number and meaning.
11/2/09
The ocean seemed calm,
like even strokes of eye shadow
under which no eye would lift.
11/16/09
The hospital filled up
with missing fingers, missing teeth.
Even the cats looked lyrical.
11/30/09
My tracks in the snow. They were deep and
wide. They spoke plainly of my distress.
They were human tracks.
1/18/10
Summer is a time of force,
a slap of heat that leaves a bruise
with no fixed objective.
2/15/10
I can feel all the contrition --
no television, no
hanging lakes in the windows.
3/1/10
The stars are in flight formation.
The pool is underwritten by the sky.
Two horses – horses! – nuzzle the dark.
4/26/10
But our tracks in the forest, they are deep and wide,
they speak plainly of our distress,
they are human tracks.
5/24/10
In that empty gymnasium
of an intention someone is busy
refinishing the floors
6/21/10
The waves break and Florida rests
So that now and then
A sort of cross forms.
7/5/10
Dawn is indebted to the heart
which, without strategy,
keeps every room so dark
7/19/10
Your mother pulls you from the poverty
of the fire but her strength
isn't thorough.
11/1/10
The toilet paper wound and wound
around the elm tree suggests the motion marks
a soul might leave