The people in the health food store don’t look healthy which is why they’re here. I’m here to get carrot chips, craving crunch, flavor, after visiting my mother at the home where flavor only appears in faint whiffs of memory, where people in wheelchairs suspiciously eye the applesauce on their trays delivered…

Get inside a sequined dream. Quiet girl on whose quiet back, on whose upright lips— a line to break open. Fissure of words against memory’s stone— a song in one ear.

You will soon cleave away from your night like a fish, in the direction of your father who has eaten from grief, who leapt inside his fish. And you forget your mother blue who feels in her kitchen, who prays for you. While you collect dust like an old figurine; your heart…

She starts with bookcases, ingenious designs that hinge on the shelves, the sides, ready to fold on a moment’s notice. Her lover holds disdain, like the shelves hold books she reads each night, and folds dreams in their pages. She covets a foam bed that folds into a couch. Even her…

Native to the bush are black boys, now called grass trees, that grow two centimeters a year. In private, my aunt still uses their old name.   Inland, dust combusts. Fires preserve the continent’s aboriginal species: Australian bush, California brush.   Oceans spew updrafts, too weak to hold accumulated weight of rain that pelts the … Read more

I imagine the Office of Signage within the Department of Public Works has a book of haiku lying open on a table with an interesting shape, and the Director, a thoughtful man of very few words, is steering a hot cup of tea with both hands up to his lips, staring meditatively out a window … Read more

There’s a girl in Mexico I’ve never met Who wears my clothes And I’m told cries with joy Each time the old man From her church Drives up her dirt road And delivers paper bags Filled with clothes From across the border We are the same Blouse and shoe size Same pant size too   … Read more

As a myth worthy of belief, the dusk will do.   A last glittering in the marsh where the wind has finally died and night stretches out like a long body breathing over the grassy water.   In Milwaukee this afternoon, an old woman who had packed her only life in two plastic sacks screamed, … Read more

I drove into the wall just to feel something concrete.  My sedan erupted into a darkening field, where purple loosestrife begged   for wind. Paranoid drained of body, who else is there  to stand on?   I stand to agree with soil— We miss our wetness and  are sick of waiting for beetles to come … Read more

I stand behind you My pelvis flush against your backside To hold unsteady legs in place The two of us squeezed in the can My hands, experienced at working in the dark, Unbutton your Wrangler jeans Faded from glory days long past Days when farmers didn’t wear sunscreen And a good day’s work paid all … Read more

Lungs, you say, are the unimagined house inside the body, the breathing universe with the breadth of snow and silence and the Trachea is a lonely brown thrasher singing the longest love song in history. We lie in bed, gaze at the phosphorescent stars stuck to the ceiling and wall, constellations collide with the dresser, … Read more