five lines seven days
4/7/16
in an unlit room
surrounded by rain
i disassemble
my spread body,
stillness in silence
4/6/16
beyond my
nightdark yard
i hear two cats
fighting
or lovesick
4/5/16
from down the deeply
shadowed hall,
a small, lonely cough
like a drip of water
lost far within a cave
4/4/16
tiny socks. damply spread
on the bureau to dry
cry
mama, mama -
like gnaw marks in the plaster,
we can never fully forget
4/3/16
a cold snap
felled the river weeds -
wilted bodies
pierced
by the blades of tulips
4/2/16
it's night
and our bared
teeth
scissor tight
play nice
4/1/16
red-capped, my son
hops through
the church garden,
glad cardinal
amid his flowers
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