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Love Language
I read somewhere that most men receive flowers / for the first time at their funeral. So I filled a vase / in your apartment with puckered roses
February 2026The Eulogy I Didn’t Give (V)
Are you writing his eulogy in advance? Are you afraid / to sleep at night? Afraid your bones are planning / their escape? And what do you mean by love?
February 2026I Always Wanted a Wife
I didn’t mean to / eat your berries, he’d sing after eating / all the blackberries I’d been saving / for breakfast, and I couldn’t be mad then / because he’d made me laugh.
January 2026Tassajara
The abbot declared your beloved pit bull had Buddha nature, / so you carried her sixty muscled pounds to the mountain // monastery, where we sat sesshin and she ate wool socks, / a box of chocolates, and eight pages of Robert Aitken.
January 2026The Patron Saint of Suburban Foxes
. . . Her own orange, though, deepens / in shadow to red, like condensed autumn, and makes her almost invisible / against the brick she edges past / on her burnt-matchstick legs
December 2025
Pinkie Masters
A good scare can cure anything, she says. / We nod, and I thank her but insist / on holding my breath all night.
December 2025
Selected Poems
I know now, / having woken / and climbed away from you / in the chill / that I can do it. / Cast a spell / on my body.
November 2025
The Lonesomest Sound in the World
When the kids came to school, we tortured them because they smelled and wore the same clothes every day, until they just shut down, not even looking at us after a while, never raising their hands, never saying a word.
November 2025
Skill Set
. . .What it amounts to is that I feel / beauty all over, almost everywhere, the grass // growing from a mud puddle earlier today, the shadows shifting on distant mountains. . .
October 2025
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