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Love

Before my father died I loved my mother, but now it’s different. I can no longer go to her, put my arms around her, or anything like that. She has become somehow strange to me, and so, not lovable.

Eating Rattlesnake

I was sitting at my desk near midnight, when the hair on the back of my neck rose, and a chill ran down my spine. I think someone is standing somewhere a ways behind the cabin, watching me through the windows.

Going To Sleep

Fraidy-cats, the Holy Ghost, Mein Kampf

M’Orgasms

Halfway up University, in front of Walt’s Drugs, I said, “Mom, I’ve never had an orgasm with a man.” I said the “with a man” under my breath but it got us off placemats. When mother was surprised she’d get a little smile on her top lip.

Selected Poems

The Winter Death Of His Wife

Religion At The Home

Mrs. Paradiso had never read any part of the Bible. She did not concentrate on dogma but devotion. Her religion was not a retreat for her mind but a release for her emotions.

When We Die

Paté, a horse, an earthworm

Pieta

Surprises

Mopping the kitchen, finding a stamp collection, blaming Shirley Temple