The wind had to do with the places we couldn’t touch.
The branches were the places we did,
lying at the roots
with your arms around me. We watched the birds
flock in — a cloud —
and settle. That was before migrating patterns,
the need to keep the sun at the tip
of the wing.
Knowing the body meant eating a piece
of fruit and throwing away the pit.
All around, the soft flesh drew our lips to its sweetness,
all around the veins and threads of pulp made …
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If every life is four dimensional,
if your “now” is just one segment of your whole
and your body spans across the surface of time,
then I could trace the …
Keeps him moving all through the end
of summer night, nails loading the floorboards
with the heaviness of sleep that cannot
land. Drowsing, he moves
his basket room to room, searching …
You taught me to accept whatever came to the door: a bushel of corn, two porterhouse steaks, a bag of bittersweet horehound candy—your favorite—and the suffering that each of us …
Anyway, my band Preppy Haircut.
Venue asked what time we could loden.
I said anytime but I prefer hunter.
Assuming we’re all wearing khakis.
They said no this is for …
He came to me in a dream,
wet as a newborn in his new skin.
I readied him for a bowl of bitter world
(the cathedral two blocks away from …
someone ate a bat, they say—that’s how it happened
photographs of empty rush hours empty vegas empty beaches
fake news of swans and dolphins in venice canals
Faulkner County reeks of burning leaves;
other days, smelt from the refinery.
A whiff of manure when the breeze
turns just right. All seasons, this air
is heavy with rainwater: …
I find her seated at the kitchen table at two a.m.,
her red dress a large heart in the dark’s chest.
I flip the light switch: she stares past the …
