Found Poem in Christmas LetterFrom a Former Blond Bombshell
Our abilities shrink daily.Dave is on his walker.I am on oxygen.We are often cranky.
Goldenrod
I saw my...
Verbal Escalation
Slowly, but surely I've been establishingresidency in your bedroom. I took out thatvacancy sign months ago. The services I'vereceived here are some of...
Dangers
I am sitting under the treemy great-grandparents planted,together, the day he went to war.
Strangers own this house now and werenonplussed or moved by my...
I Called You Orion
when you were in my belly,small as a grapefruit seed.Within the dark of my wombyou shone of your own constellation-star glow-growing...
Control
When my computer’s platformfor attending virtual meetings crashed,and my IT specialist recommended I give control,I eagerly abdicated.
Cursor moved as though on autopilot,clicked here and...
art opening
instead of a gun
you use a camera
amputees
are your subject
/these poor people/ you say
the walls of the gallery are dark
prints pinned neatly under spotlight
//life...
LACUNA
Another sun unfurlsover chewing gumcanyons, long gnawedby your foothold.
A corpus colossus,hippocamping: you couchin fault lines, hammockedwhite matter.
Stroke mewith each toss-turn —a neuron-starved bender.
Hypoxia will...
