The monarch takes four generations to return to Mexico...
Monarch
Streets
In the devil’s gulch, among the fern and prickly pear...
Down
They are tall — these things that cramp our necks...
After Dinner
After dinner the sauce congeals to crust...
Bucket
Write long letters with a broke left hand to an address since demolished...
Club
Batons are for twirling. My sister was good at it...
The Long Green Dress
The fat hands of the sea hoard everything — even the beads on your forehead...
Dogs
You see, the thing about dogs is...
Late June
Something is wrong: no crickets saw into the night, no toads hum in the crabgrass...
