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Alternate History

When we rolled into Iraq, / newspapers predicted more / than half of us would die.

A Visitation

It was very kind of my ex-husband, / dead these dozen years, / to show up in my dream last night.

Sobriety

Say there’s a game: You’re walking by yourself on a / dirt road through a forest at sundown, and all you / have to do is keep walking. Nothing to it.

Birdhouse

Do you have a twenty-foot extension ladder? / Good. / Let’s get it out of the garage. / I want to put this birdhouse up on one of the evergreens / that stands off your back deck.

In The Blaze

I was so in love: I listened to his messages on my answering machine again and again, mooned over every tan Nissan that looked like his, carried breath spray in my pocket, left notes in his shoes.

New Strategy

Instead of attacking one more foreign city, hammering it into rubble, / we adopt a new strategy and start bombing with money.

The Soul In A Body

is like an old Russian immigrant / looking out his apartment’s only window.

There Was No Difference

Poems About Animals

Something

The minute the doctor says colon cancer / you hardly hear anything else. / He says other things, something / about something.

Opening Night

Because the widow of the arms manufacturer / loves to listen to concertos in the evening, / the city finally has an orchestra.