- A Letter From Mom
A plastic bag hangs on the door knob: A makeshift garbage can You left yesterday at four o' clock At least, that was your plan You should know by now that we ca...
- Anthem Red
This is my anthem It is painted on the bridge in spray paint and mud, In failure and courage Broken bottles bed the ground where I stand As painted runs down th...
- Bails
Fields as flat as the expression on your face Last I saw you Those harvest leaves, these slaughtered rows Of sticks and stones and corn stalks And the best thin...
- Constellations
He said to me, "have you seen the constellations? I could show you what they mean" I guess I'd like to see anything That would make life seem less lonely The C...
- Countdown
Don't go to sleep There is a story I would like to tell you About a girl who went to the zoo one sunny afternoon And she saw animals in homes that weren't their...
- First Bell
My alarm clock interrupts another nightmare I'll have another coffee juice Mom is that toast for you Because I am not really hungry (At least until this body wa...
- It's So Touching
Moments gather, intimate: familiar pavement, baby shit Hearts re-break along old lines Like spreading urine stains Like fat fingers flailing in vain attempts to...
- Jessica
Last year I left a box of milk in the hall Behind the heater to go bad; a rotten smell I'll never pretend that I didn't know What she was doing in the stall Je...
- Less Of Me
I am getting hungry again When will the sharp pains end? I thought this was something called control I am like those drawings I like-the ones with thin sketchy ...
- Quit My Job
I sling lattes evenings and weekends The bleach stains on my black jeans are covered up with marker I'm gonna quit my jo And stop the locks with glue I'm gonna...
- Second Hand Table & Chairs
Morning tiles meet slippered feet Dishes fill the kitchen sink Your ears are dulled by sleepless nights And our voices almost never meet You sit on the weakest ...
- Silence Song
God (with a cry of fear) She climbs up the stairs with her glass of water, Kneels down and turns the bed lamp on The singing silence, her soaking shirt sleeves;...
- The Place At The Top Of The Stairs
My closet's full; Mostly of old clothes Some are too big Some are too small All are embarrassing Books I didn't read Have stiff spines And fill my boxes I wait...
- Wet Cement
This is the story at the crosswalk: the cars drive right up on my shoes These days bad days are common The city is changing A jackhammer bounces off the walls a...