9/28/2016

worm or stone

will dig an

eyeless path

to the surface

cell seeking sun

9/24/16

a secret clutched
between teeth,
soured by saliva

the thin spread of gas
in a basement corner

9/23/16

all these night animals
dewy and plump
with young blood

i wield my graying muzzle,
scarred and elegant as a stone

9/22/16

my son's
first green prayer

tiny limbs fording
creekbed and treeroots
thick as dog's neck

9/21/16

hobbling under
the crossed planets
of september

every leaf shadow
a drowned mouse

9/20/16

take away the hearth,

the ax, our two-legged god -

still we sit,
ring of mothers

watching the cubs tussle

9/19/16

you unbrick a grave
the same way
you raise a chimney

each stone held
for a moment alone

9/18/16

deluge, waist-deep
and churning brown
down the hillside

this is how stormwater
steals the unfortunate

9/17/16

we climb the hill
unlit
by human eyes

september casts
small curses

9/16/16

the
brass
band
pleases
itself

9/15/16

i return home,
pulling roped cirrus
tame as a barrow

and hoist you into
the sky's embrace

9/14/16

open mouth howl,

raccoon thrash

at the chain end

and my hands, 

open. gunless.

9/13/16

jackrabbit lean,
dirt-paw scramble
up the hillside

run to the circle of
dried twigs and fur

9/12/16

ear pressed to 

your rabbit-bone sternum

i hear your heart kick

its feet between coughs

good blood strong blood

9/11/16

fall into
the river

that turns people
into ghosts

remember that feeling

9/10/16

air curled with the warmth 

of so much blood

red wish thrashing

in the locked hutch

of rib cage

9/9/16

this is the shout
down the hallway,
eyes blinded by orbit

what can i tell you -
all is milkweed weight

9/6/16

little goddess
sing your crooked teeth
your smirk splitting
the curtains
wide open

9/5/16

sunflower seedwheel
summer mandala

milktooth
corn
left on the plate

9/4/16

air shimmering with
electricity, clapping leaves
and cicada howl

while lovers speak
in pantomime

9/3/16

the sky electric blue,
blue as the water
held captive
beneath
a foaming fountain

9/2/16

raising boys
that wiggle
through our fingers
like the silver spines
of minnows

9/1/16

irritated

tugging unripe

fruit from the vine

germ lost

to sour pique