The Many Ways To Describe A Wife

She the better part of a Thursday. She the sag wire and the juice run through it -she every porchlight, every red dot speckleon screens too big and sleeps too small. She the snooze alarm. She the copper Chardonnayon the back of my tonguelapping at some old kidney stone -some plump liver soon to rust.She... Continue Reading →

On Rogue Waves and Love

Oh these blind trajectories,these pure set conditions,initial, merry, just so wandered -a shell thus thrown, a plungedalbatross beak, a shearedstab of ice, a moon’s pulland a breath elastic - All these and a calculus,as crest to valley lumbersin its way - sine to sine -chopped though ever freeand unlapped after. Yes, that is how to... Continue Reading →

Laundry

While logically consistent,I cannot cotton a multiverse.I must refuse a worldin which you never left home,in which I never went home.And I must refuse a worldin which your tires lost traction,in which your hands and cool reflex failedand you slammed a jack-knifed semi.And the one in which we slept angryfor the first time and dissolvedin... Continue Reading →

The Dishes My Love

What was it, that chocolate crustscorched in the pot from yesternight,leaning, off-burner, with the danglingspoon, wooden and stained? Best give it a soak, my love,that tomorrow we may findits nature framed tight in stainless,framed tight in the soap bubblesthat have raced and clingto the round squat walls. Perhaps we may find, tomorrow,among the gray pepper-flecked... Continue Reading →

The Felling

When the lastsoftpoplarfell,and the bluejays - the bluejays -rolled out; When the mangled nestspilled outthese mouths,these bentfeatheredtufts; When the chainsaw stilledits shriek and whir; When thick air closedabout us; When the larger jaysswept off the elmand veined away -blue lines on a blue sky,blue abandon in a blueeye; It was then,in the clearing of dead... Continue Reading →

The Sojourners

I dream houses.I dream small roomsbehind small doorsin which small wardrobeslead nowhere but trappingsof our mangled time -of yours and mine. I dream chimney fires,tongues between wallsand curtains hung like tar.We were never longin the vapors, strangers yes,but a lope of gray shoulderand a turning was you, I am sure,everturning and blue. I find you... Continue Reading →

Light Without Hands

If the sun rose without you,thin-lipped and petty,a day would slump over me,either frigid or thick-steamed. And no cool wind will pass the trees,And the sun, a mere mock of warmth,will tumble west that is sure,certain as rock in a dry creek bed. For what is a light without handsto hold it? And what is... Continue Reading →

The Long Familiar

You left hair in the tub, toothpaste splatter on the mirror, a wadded towel on the rod, wet footprints on the floorboards marking a stumble to the kitchen where you guzzled milk from the carton, there with the door open, cold spilling out like flumes to your feet - and I loved it. A sudden... Continue Reading →

Now Wed November

Another month, I love you: those herringbone eyes, those winks of lace that stutter the sky beguile. I was all in your palms then, held fast and humid, perched on a breath, on your low-hilled lips. But I was green then and letched, inept to your thirty forms of love, adept at drinking your thirty... Continue Reading →

On Marriage and Commitment

And if the pieces fell tonight, would I reassemble, or smash another window, for doors swing neat the parting? Would I grease the pavements slick, glide skated to the next time? No, I stick to the walls like orange tar, loosed by the fumes of us, thin, waxen, inflamed and layered by the smoke of... Continue Reading →

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