I Cannot Be Your Quiet
All my years of blustery men and mewishing they’d stop whistling, cutting me off,tightening the tessitura of my voice.I never was a goddamn instrument.I never was the...
Long Distance Love
A friend sendsA picture of three chickensStanding in a kind ofFormationOn a road whereThe snow has begunTo retreat
FunnyI tell herI was singing...
Red-eye
Wake up in harsh lighting,startled by an announcement.There is a sudden shift fromeight hours of sittingto scurrying about your seat.Pull bags down from bins,drag...