1/28/16

the unknown is a broken 

tooth and fear the magnet 

that keeps your dumb 

tongue sweeping

over the empty socket

1/27/16

I run in the blue-black night
because I am scared, because my fears
are scrawny winter rabbits; I run,
a good dog, until I can no longer,
then sleep dreamless by the fire.

1/26/16

every time I wash his hands
he points out three peas
wheeling in the sink strainer;
during nap I fish them out
like wrinkled pearls

1/25/16

cabbage-headed peonies
clench teeth in the rain
but unfold their arms
under the tender feet
of soft-hearted ants

1/24/16

this dim weight
lead-bellied, herbicidal
lockjawed with rust:
the wash of my blood
unchained panacea

1/23/16

my body hums
with dysfunction
streetcar ligaments
buzzing with pain
ne pas toucher le third rail

1/22/16

ice floes course
the night river;
drops of milk
mushrooming
on a plate of ink