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Four Poems

Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.

Four Poems

Imagine octopus, and keep the talk going through the chew.

Four Poems

Soon everything here will be sopped up by time. Only art will last.

From Here

The keys look like Tommy’s teeth once he began to appreciate meth.

From Letters to Yesenin

…a classmate dropped dead, his heart was attacked at thirty-three.

From “Home/Front”

What consequence is a body/a body nonetheless. If the light in me is gone.

From “The Low Passions”

There’s no need to check for a pulse, hold a hand mirror for breath.

Gaslight

That year, the mail would arrive as white as warning, as flashing teeth.

Gaudeamus Igitur

The sloshed grownups had little to say to me. I loved it that I was alien.

Genesis

I wish I could tell him he’s not going to hell. It would be so freeing for him.

Ghost Writer

A clumsy coyote descends an old hill of garbage. Death is visiting.

God Forgive Me, I Like the Drama of Watching

Brain an inkblot liquor stain until the heroine blinks the coma away.

Grapefruit

The night before my mother’s double mastectomy, we went skinny-dipping.

Great Falls

Walking on Canal Street, I slipped on the curb and fell on my face.

Grief

He loathed them most, despising their desire to get on with things.

Ground Squirrels

Oh, won’t you lie here darling whistlepigs, here, curled at my side?

Guests of Gravity

Picture the thing you want most. True love? A new car? Let it go.

Hands

The story of Wing Biddlebaum’s hands is worth a book in itself.

Hard

She has a small solid mess of troubles she longs to upchuck.

Harvest

I peel back the hours and search for the light before it scatters.

Heaven Is Full of Windows

In the thickening smoke the workers clawed and flailed at one another.

Her Lazy-Brained Boy

The world is a riddle of shape and texture, from sight to smell to sound.

Her Own Heart Within Her

The Morgan nosed her for another carrot. She petted his neck. She had loved to canter.

Hiding in Thickets

When nobody knows where you are, you get to talk however you want.

History

Jack picked me up in a car with a greasy-potato sex smell.

Holding

A spider drifted down so slowly from the ceiling on a silver thread.

Hometown Nocturne and Other Poems

What is greater: the distance between these bodies, or their need?

Homily and Other Poems

Here lies the girl difficult to discern. Here lies the girl misanthropic.

Hospital

Life has never been in remission or rehabilitation. Life doesn’t sing.

Houseboys

Any white man without a servant was presumed to be in need of help.