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Second Anniversary

What would you say about the driver of the truck that killed you?

Selections from Angle of Yaw

Last year alone, every American choked to death on a red balloon.

Self-Care at the Playground

On the swings in the park, a woman sounds an off-key minor chord.

Self-Portrait in Space

Redemption is a broken bar on a cage. Loss is a sky of stars.

Separation and Other Poems

On the other side of Paris an exhibit depicts their home, which is nowhere.

September 2001, New York City

A week later, I said to a friend: I don’t think I could ever write about it.

Sharing and Other Poems

Beggars know to emerge when you’ve more than enough to give.

Sharpshooter

He’d reenlisted in ’64; he would not go home until the War was won.

Shattered

Grief is a rude houseguest. She stays up late. She leaves messes.

She

This so far is a haunting, the bleeding heart we used to hear about.

Shooting an Elephant

In a job like that you see the dirty work of Empire at close quarters.

Shorn

The only person I’d seen naked was my mother the night she died.

Since the Accident

Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.

Site Visits

The grass is always greener in the cemetery, was a joke I made to Jed.

Sitting In

The band was amateur at best. It didn’t matter. People loved them.

Six Months after My Father’s Death

He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Drowning people will do anything for air.

Six Poems

In the closet: a single hair draped from the one hanger left.

Sixth-Grade Public Speaking

Whales are very big (I saw one on a beach once) but trash is way bigger.

Sky an Iris

Her will is resolute, and he knows enough not to challenge it.

Sky Tongued Back with Light

You’ll find me here in the peach orchard, the most I can muster.

Sleep Apnea

I dream of watching my grandfather stagger home through the snow.

Snapshots of My Brother

We’re all trying, in our own ways, to parse what we may have done wrong.

Soir Bleu

The clown has taken a seat at our veranda table in absolute silence.

Soldier’s Joy

I could shoot you and nobody would say boo. I’m within my rights.

Soledad and Other Poems

Soledad is the name a woman is given, a sentence a woman must serve.

Solitaries

They know whoever passes on the curving road just by the footstep.

Solly’s Corner

Try to make order in one direction, and things shoot off in another.

Solo Notes

This has been a good day. First the milestone of getting to page 300.

Solstice Litany

I was nineteen and mentally infirm when I saw the prophet Isaiah.

Someday the Desert will Sing

Through all this the sands kept vigil, harboring blood and bones.