2/6/16

the block-long scab of dog turds 

and cellophane may well have been

forty arid years; broken moses, I

said a prayer for snackcakes unbought

and perished in the glow of the far unimart

2/5/16

i was nearly swooning

when the call came:

swan-necked, dizzy from

cut skin, gleeful with

good news

2/4/16

his arched heel
held high as a pup's hock
traces a phantom pain;
his hobbled steps,
this unnameable wound

2/3/16

those strange-god surgeons stole 

my rough pearl and threw me back:

a halved clam,

loose rake of gills wet

with my sandy blood 

1/31/16

my advice:
brew tea, crush herbs,
circulate your bloodlike water,
unclench, unsew, allow
to breathe your tender organs

1/30/16

I turn to the throaty tongue
of the deaf woman
and see her husband
mouth his reply
unvoiced, secret

1/29/16

nightshirt, pills, notepads.
four cans of cucumber seltzer.
a fat book of crossword puzzles.
if you can buy good juju
stuff my bag with gleaming amulets.