“You look great.”

Walking up to my weatherproof face Say, “you look great,” (With the implied italics on the great.) My invalidly clear skin, Such wise wild eyes, Naturally open up wide, “Wow, you look great!“ Could you spare a surprise? Shuddering at the danger of such a storm Surging through my veins like an impulse Holding back […]

Pet Rich Ore

(Dedicated to chemotherapy) Steal the scent of aftermath, Of rivers, ponds, waterfalls, of Mangled limp leaves, blown Around. Fog, water’s mystical state Lifted the ground up by noon Do the arithmetic: What’s left outside after a storm? Rain leaves its distinct message: More precisely, less understood Oily ascension from the earth Reaches to encounter rising […]

De Novo Soldier

My ugly secrets hide beneath my thin skin. Infinitely fighting in my lonely final tour, Not making the cut for A battalion of beautiful survivors who stared directly into the eyes of the freshly dead. Limping home and stitched together, held upright on a single crutch. Marching in the endless parade They inch away for […]

Tropic of Cancer

I. He Quick stepping and waltzing Precise as a surgeon cuts into The body, like a first kiss. Her softness ages his face. Speech fails him, words Slurred with the stroke of An unset clock stuttering Her number in the dark. His hand reaches under her breast Bone tapping out a beat Inside her hallowed […]

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