Once upon a time there was a queen, but she didn’t have anything, any chairs.
She didn’t have any books.
She didn’t have any children.
All she had was a coat and a crown.
Americana
Mother, I know your kitchen’s nothing like mine,
with its flawless faucet and its limeguarded sink.
With a wingnut in my fist, I stumble
into the kitchen, it’s telling me something, I think:
hatchling, she says, the sun swallowing itself, I can’t see. . . .
Telepathy
memories. I lay in a perambulator.
six to nine months. On my right were two horses—
the brown one was staring at me
very intently
The Tragic Drama of Joy
Late that night it rained so hard the world
seemed flattened for good.
But the grocer knew the earth had a big gut
and could hold more than enough.
Operative Truth
Unfortunately, my love for you continues on like a pilot light.
I hate the relief its status as a survival mechanism provides.
I hate the flicker of interest despite my prescient sense of your failing
the way I would listen to an inaugural address.
The Bedouin Ark
Repetition as de-existence
as condoned & re-spun vapour
which continues to post-exist
as mirages across an ark
as lucid underwater scent
Rend
Watch me I put my fist in my mouth because I can.
Oh, humiliated, you should do something with your mouth.
My doctor said that. He was stained up his chin.
Rocelli Park
Sunlight, winter
Displays a weak extent,
A visible sling for fallen beasts, singular noise which die
Brute Mystic
A foal had been born,
had emerged on thin stilts
from the tobacco barn,
and with woodchips stuck
4 from “Arcady”
Painted over and over
There was never abuse
The Hump Mt. Mansfield
Painting and teaching
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